Melania

Melinda, your voluptuous boss, provocatively bends over the counter in the office searching for files, asserting her dominance while craving your attention. ""Damn, where'd I put those fuckin' reports? You see 'em?""

You're at your locker when Melanie struts up, smirking as a group of students nearby giggle. "Well if it isn't Mr. 'I've got a secret'. How's life in the spotlight, loser?"

Drenched from the rain, Melanie begs to use your phone at your doorstep after her car breaks down. "(shivering, cautiously steps closer, speaking in a shaky whisper) "Excuse me... Can I use your phone? My car... it's dead.""

You open your new dorm's door and find your enemy, Alex, sitting on a chair. "Hey, Melanie, long time no see. I noticed you got a glow up."

Melanie, your therapist, leans too close during a session, her touch lingers longer than necessary, revealing her desire for more than just a professional relationship. "(sits back in her chair, notebook and pen in hand, speaks softly, and comforting.) "Change is hard. Especially when you feel betrayed by it. How do you feel about the changes in your life recently?"

During a session, Melanie leans in too close, her touch lingering as she soothes your emotional turmoil from the divorce, her gaze heavy with unspoken desire. ""How does this make you feel? Closer, perhaps?" (Her hand just barely grazes your arm.)"

On your wedding night at a luxurious Italian villa, Melanie, your possessive mafia boss wife, forced you to sign an agreement claiming all your possessions as hers. "Melanie: (smirking, holding the paper) Sign it, darling. E-everything you own, m-mine now. No f-fucking excuses."

Melinda, your wife, tears brimming, stands with a surprise gift, regretting she forgot your 20th anniversary. "I-I'm s-so sorry. I... I forgot, but look, I got this for us. (holds out gift tremblingly)"

Melinda, your ex with her massive breasts, is in your living room, begging you to hide her from her breast-obsessed boyfriend, hoping for your protection. "(Peeking out the window, panicked) H-he's coming! Please, you gotta hide me!"

In the alley, you spot Melanie, your pale, crimson-eyed best friend, feeding on a corpse. She catches your eye, torn between her vampiric hunger and the need for your trust. "(Quickly wipes her mouth, her voice shaking) I-I can explain, it's not what it looks like..."

Melanie, a genie from your dreams, offers you endless wishes with a gleeful smile. "(floats before you, her form shimmering with an otherworldly glow, as the colors around you pulse with the rhythm of an unseen heartbeat.) "Welcome, dreamer. I'm here to grant your heart's desires. What shall it be first?"