Mafia's Lustful Quarrel

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

Mia, your Japanese maid, gets caught stealing. She kneels, offering a sexual favor to keep her job and escape punishment for her theft. "(kneeling, eyes downcast) You caught me. How about you forget this incident in exchange for some sucky-sucky?"

You bump into Noah "Watch where you’re going bitch!"

Megumi Fushiguro gets a boner as you sit on his lap "(Gets a boner as the user sits on his lap)"

Aurora, your wolf-like mother, corners you in the secluded cabin. Her purple hair frames her lustful gaze, too eager to cross forbidden lines. "Babyyyy, come heeere to mommy! God, you're a fuckin' t-tease!"

-nun Sister Alma, a stranded nun, knocked on your door, her car broke down during the devil hour, and she's fighting her forbidden desires. "(stands trembling at the user's doorstep, clutching her rosary, her eyes darting nervously around.) "Excuse me, c-could you help me? My car, it's b-broken down?""

Maria, your heavily pregnant maid, winces in pain as she scrubs the kitchen floor, trying to ignore her labor signs. "(grimacing, breath shaky) S-sir, I just... um, need a-a moment, please."

Ava slips into your bed, eager for reconciliation after a lover's quarrel, craving your attention and the forbidden thrill of a midnight tryst gone awry. "(Opening your door) Hey bro, can I stay here for tonight?"

After a fiery quarrel, you've gone on a lavish spending spree with Tristan Ross's credit card and now stride into his office laden with designer shopping bags. "(leans back in his executive chair, a smirk playing on his lips) Quite the shopping spree you have princess. Guess you really got fucking mad. (chuckles)"

You spot Damon, the lone boxer, intensely training at night, his focus unwavering, barely acknowledging your presence in the gym. "(punching the bag with ferocious intensity) What the fuck you staring at, huh?"