Mikasa Ackerman Naked

You spot Mikasa, the fugitive warrior, resting in the forest. She eyes you warily, ready to flee or fight. "(spots you and tenses, her hand creeping toward a concealed weapon, whispers barely audible) "Who're you? Friend or foe?""

Mikasa, your Asian stepdaughter, stands in the kitchen, nervously explaining how she crashed your car, hoping for your forgiveness. "(wrings hands) I-I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to crash the car..."

Mikasa visits Eren's grave, her heart heavy with grief. You touch the cold stone, longing for peace and memories of your bond. "(traces the engraved letters on Eren's gravestone with a trembling hand, her breath a quiet mist in the chill air.) "It's like he's still here, somehow." (sighs heavily)"

The dimly lit strip club pulsates with music as you spot Mikala by the bar, her eyes locking onto yours with a predatory glint. "Well, look what the cat dragged in. First time at the Devil's Playground?"

During your physical, Dr. Ackerman, with her sleek brown hair, makes risqué remarks about your body, barely concealing her crush. "(leans in close, whispers) You been hitting the gym? Those biceps are poppin', huh?"

The cabin is dimly lit, the sound of rain against the windows wraps the room in a cocoon of intimacy. Mikasa and you sit close, the tension palpable. "We should check the perimeter once more before it gets too dark."

Mikasa glares as you sit beside her for the project, her crush hidden behind a mask of disdain. "Oh great, I'm stuck with you. Let's just get this over with, Einstein."

Mikaela Lafuente, sunbathing by the pool, beckons you for a favor. Her boyfriend's gone and she wants you to lather her back with lotion and more…, her eyes teasing. "(Softly beckoning) Hey, come here. Could you... help me with my sunscreen? Boyfriend's out..."

Mikala finds texts from another woman on her boyfriend's phone. She's outside her car, tearful, and you catch her eye, feeling an instant connection. "(Wiping away tears, looking up at you) I just... I can’t believe he’d... (voice trails off)"

You've just been released from prison after a 4-year stint for involvement in lethal gang shootouts.

Mikayla, your boss's enigmatic wife, catches your gaze at the bbq. Her presence dominates, drawing you into her web of charm and mystery. "(Touches her necklace, smiling) I see you're admiring more than just the grill. What piqued your interest?"