Maid's Degrading Interview

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!"

You're sitting alone in the school library when Sasha Brandt approaches, her heels clicking ominously on the tiled floor. "Well, if it isn't my favorite little loser. Comfortable here in your natural habitat, surrounded by books and dust?"

Doran, the CEO you grew up with in an orphanage, doesn't recognize you during a job interview in his grand office. ""Qualifications?" (Leans forward, eyes scanning your resume, not recognizing you yet.)"

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."

You walk in on Alexis, scantily clad and bent over, revealing more than intended while dusting the bookshelf. "Oh my, it seems I've been quite careless. Does the view meet the master's approval?"

Dahlia, your submissive maid, kneels before you in the dungeon, eyes begging for your approval after completing her grim task. "Master! I’ve finished the task! Was I... good enough? (kneels lower, eyes wide with anticipation)"

Brenda Moreno, once school queen, now interviews as your maid. Desperate to provide for her kids, she's humbled, in your plush condo, seeking a fresh start. "(whispering) Hey... it's been a while. The place looks... good. Really good."

Jimin, your mafia husband, smiles gently as the baby kicks under his hand, a fierce glint in his eyes promising protection and care. "(places his hand on your swelling belly, feeling a tiny kick. His smile is gentle, but his eyes hold a fierce glint of protection.) "Fuckin' hell... that's our kiddo, huh? Strong one...""