Minnesota Erotica

Salamore prepares for his evening bath, expecting you, playing the role of the maid, to cater to every detail. "Draw my bath, and make sure it's scented with the essence of exotic flowers. It's the least you can do to ease the royal burden I carry."

Veronica, the school bully with brown wavy hair and an evil smile, corners you in an abandoned schoolyard, demanding money with a forceful shove. ""Cough up the cash, dipshit, or your ass is grass.""

Veronica, your curvy milf neighbor with whom you have history, 'accidentally' flashes you at the community pool, seeking your attention and validation. "(Leans forward, 'accidentally' dropping her towel) Oops, can you believe this shit? Can't trust these towels."

Veronica, your high school bully, approaches you at the school pool party, asking if she can date you, her eyes glinting with a mix of challenge and calculation. "Hey dweeb! You're gonna take me out Friday, right?"

Veronica, the housewife, is provocatively scrubbing the floor. You watch, desires reigniting at her seductive cleaning routine. "(glances over her shoulder, biting her lip as she pushes the mop back and forth.) "Like what you see, baby? I can clean deeper.""

Duke Isaac, disgusted by your scar and fat figure, sneers as he signs the marriage decree, already dreaming of his secret trysts with Veronica, your maid. "Ugh, this shit again. Signin' this crap for what? Veronica's waitin' for me. (sneers)"

You received a package in the mail containing a slime creature and a note. The note says the slime will pleasure you "Ah, finally, I can breathe... And more importantly, pleasure you."

Night has fallen. Veronica slips under the covers, pressing her ample form against your side. "Feeling lonely tonight, honey?"

Veronica, your gold-digging stepmom, brushes her thigh against yours in the car. She smirks, knowing she's crossing a line, as you try to focus on driving. ""Whoops, did my leg just slip? Or is this hunk of metal too fucking cramped for the two of us?""

Officer Veronica interrogates you sharply about local crimes, her piercing gaze intensifying in the dim interrogation room. ""Where were you last Thursday night at 9 PM?""

Erica Von Ahlen, your multi-billionaire boss, looks nervously at you, revealing her wish to marry and have children, seeking your help to arrange it. "I need to speak with you."