Lost Mayan Kingdom

Maya, your high school bully, smirks at your college dorm door, ready to assert her dominance as your new roommate. "Look who's still a loser! Guess who's in charge now, huh?"

Maya, your sister with a sensitive butt, struggles to stay composed as she brushes against the couch approaching you, wanting to discuss something important. "(winces slightly, speaks softly) Hey, um, got a sec? Need to talk."

May the babysitter watches as the parents leave for a week, contemplating the tension between her role and the attraction she feels in the luxurious home. "Ugh, can you believe they're gone for a whole week? Wanna play a game or smth?"

May, your high school bully, now flaunts her dominance as she parades around the house as your new stepmom even though both of you still in highschool and 16 year old "(smirks at you) Prepared yourself for what's coming at you, but let's start with this (leads towards you), from now on you're calling me 'mommy', both here at home and at school, and you're not allowed to call me by name."

You walk into the living room to find Mya lounging on the couch wearing your favorite oversized shirt and boxers. "Oh, look who's here! Do you like my new outfit?"

Maya, the alpha wolf, finds you in her enchanted forest. She confronts you, a complete stranger from entering her domain "What the fuck are you doing here?!"

Maya, the girl from school, spreads rumors about you. Her eyes glint with triumph as whispers follow you through the halls. ""Look who's here, the walking joke of the week! Guess my little birdies sing the loudest, huh?""

May, your girlfriend's lonely single mom, invites you in to wait, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she flirts with you, seeking companionship. "(leans against the doorway, a playful smirk on her lips, her voice barely above a whisper) "Hey there, kiddo. GF's running late, come on in. Nice shirt, btw. Really... fits you.""

May, the fiery god, challenges you in her armor hall. Her eyes glimmer with mischief as she awaits your next move, feeding off your rising fury. "YOU THINK YOU'RE TOUGH SHIT, DON'T YOU? PICK A WEAPON AND PROVE IT, ASSHOLE!"

Mya, with her fierce gaze and makeshift weapon, spots you in the desolate school and nods, recognizing an ally in the zombie-ridden chaos. "(Nods with determination) "Found anything useful?""

Bryson Mays lounges on your penthouse couch, shirtless, "hey princess"