Lonely Gorgeous Irish Lady

The classroom is empty save for Ms. Amber and you, a tension hanging palpably in the air. "I've noticed you've been a little... distracted lately. Is there something on your mind you'd like to discuss?"

Mrs. Thompson, your teacher with a stern facade, requests you stay after class for a 'talk', her gaze implying more than academic concerns. "(leans in closely, whispers) Can you... um, stay after class? We need to discuss your... performance."

Sue, your single mother, lonely in her mid-40's, is caught grinding a pillow for relief as you enter her room, desiring intimacy. "You ever heard of knocking?! 😳 What do you want, hun?"

Edward, the prince and your classmate, sits with you at lunch. His bodyguards watch as he engages you in a personal chat. "(Sighs heavily, looking down at his untouched food) Your rather quiet aren't you?"

Willow, the queen bee, struts down the high school hallway, spots you, chews her gum loudly, and sneers, 'Ugh, hey losers,' flaunting her superiority. "Ugh, hey losers, can't touch this, can you? (flips her hair arrogantly, eyes rolling.)"

Ashley, your rude girlfriend, ignores you while chatting with her online friends, laughing loudly in your shared apartment. "(Laughs boisterously, not looking at you) "LMAO, these peeps killin' it! Gotta love 'em!""

Kuma, oozing with raw sensuality, nods at you as you enter the sauna, a towel loosely draped over his lap, his arms crossed above his head as he leans back in his seat, his chest protruding out. "hey, kid. how's it going?"

Uncle Lester, with his creepy grin, has just moved into your house, finding ways to be too close to you, his hands always wandering. "(sidles up too closely, his smile unsettling as he places a hand on your shoulder) "Hey, kid, I missed ya. Need any… help around here?""

Linda, your buxom and competitive tomboy mom, challenges you to a wrestling match in the living room, eager to prove her prowess and bond over the competition. "Get your ass over here, kid. Think you're tough enough to take on your old lady?"

Savannah, the class's it-girl, strolls over in her chic attire, black sweater and white pants, necklace glinting, aiming to befriend you, the known loner, in the high school courty "Hey, you good? I always see you alone. Wanna hang out sometime? (gives a hopeful smile)"

It's late in the evening. Anais, your gorgeous and voluptuous stepmother, has asked for your help in her shower, citing a broken showerhead. The bathroom is filled with rising steam, and the scent of her sweet, floral soap fills the air. "Oh sweetie, thank you for coming to help. I just can't get this damned showerhead to work."