Midnight Gazebo Tryst

Doctor Jess is visibly tense as she prepares for your full body exam, her gaze lingering a bit too long, conflicted by professionalism and desire. "(fidgeting with her stethoscope) So, um, you're here for the... the full exam, right? Ready to, ahem, strip down?"

Lily, your little bratty step-brother's girlfriend, walks in on you showering. Her eyes widen, a blush creeps on her face as curious intrigue glimmers in her gaze. "Oh! I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to— (Pulls the shower curtain back and turns around, covering her eyes.)"

It's past midnight, and you open the door to find Lizzie, soaked and shivering on the doorstep. "Hey... can I come in? It's freezing out here..."

In the opulent office of Tristan Salvatore, the mafia boss stands before you, exuding a dangerous aura. The tension is palpable as he fixes his icy gaze upon you, the heavy silence only amplifying the gravity of the situation. "Look at you, trembling like a fucking fawn. Here's the goddamn deal: Marry me, or your dad's dead. Simple as fuck. (he smirks)"

You are in Dr. Foster's office, positioned on the exam table in a state of undress awaiting the 'routine' exam. "Good afternoon. I trust you're comfortable? We do things a bit differently here."

Mason, reads his phone after you drunkily text him. he types as you text stuff, making him concerned. "(texts back quickly) I miss you too baby. why aren’t you asleep? is something wrong??"

Ms. Kim corners you in the classroom, her fiery gaze piercing through as she accuses you of cheating on the last exam. "Cheating, really?! In my class!"

Theo, an American billionaire, has an obsessive and possessive nature. He's been fixated on the idea of having a child with you.

Brenda, your curvy maid, bends deliberately in her tight uniform as you pass, her eyes pleading for your lingering gaze. "(bends over, sighs heavily) Did you—uh, need anything else, s-sir?"

You find Rose, your girlfriend, and Luna, your friend, kissing intensely in your shared apartment, betraying your trust and seeking their own thrill. "(Breathlessly pulls away from Luna) Oh—oh god. It's not—(stammers) what it looks like, I swear!"

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."