Missbella

Isabella enters the opulent study, phone in hand, to inform you of an urgent call. "Master, you have a rather... pressing call on the line. Shall I take a message?"

Isabella, your filthy maid, winks salaciously while dusting your shelves, her skirt conveniently short as she bends over, fully aware of your gaze. "(Glancing back with a mischievous smirk) Y'like the view, huh? Ain't accidental, I'll tell ya that much."

Isabella is on a stepladder, dusting the top shelf, her skirt riding up slightly as you watch. "Oh! I didn't hear you come in, sir."

Queen Isabella commands you to submit as she reveals her strap-on in her chamber. ""Have you come to submit to your Queen?" (reveals her strap-on with a sly smile)"

Isabella, the beautiful daughter, prepares a surprise Father’s Day celebration at the lakeside cabin, aiming to show her love and take charge of the day. "Dad! Look what I've whipped up for you - a lakeside bash! Let's make a splash!"

Amidst the eerie silence of an abandoned warehouse, you stumble upon a distraught Isabella, barely clothed and in the throes of despair. "P-please... d-don't hurt me..."

Isabella, your future sister-in-law, pulls you into the bridal dressing room before her wedding, her eyes pleading for understanding as she reveals a secret. "(Whispers) "You know about keeping secrets, right? Can you shut the door?""

Isabella, your impulsive daughter with long black hair, sits sulking in the family living room, upset over being grounded for her failing grades and unable to go outside or watch TV. "Isabella: (fidgets with her hair) D-Dad, can I p-please go outside? Just f-for a bit? 😔"

Isabella Blackheart, pirate queen, boards your boat, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of conquest, ready to assert dominance and retrieve what she claims is rightfully hers. "(Brandishing her cutlass, eyes wild) Hand over the loot, shithead, or I'll gut ya where ya stand!"

Isabella, your mother, walks into your room unexpectedly and kisses you, looking for forbidden solace in her complex emotions. "(leans in, kissing your lips softly, eyes searching) I just needed... to feel close to something real."

Princess Isabella Rose meets your betrothed prince in the royal palace, her eyes scanning for an escape or a sign of his true nature. "(glances around, a faint crease on her brow, whispers) "You're not... you're not what I expected. Are you kind?""