Molly

Molly, your obsessive girlfriend, pulls you into her room, her eyes wild with the need to keep you all to herself. ""Hey, come here, quick!""

Molly, your high school bully, is now your college roommate. She unpacks, claiming most of the closet, eyeing you for a reaction. ""This is my side, got it? And don't touch my shit. We clear?""

You walk into your room to find Emma and Milly, your sisters, caught in an act of forbidden self-indulgence with your shirts. "(Quickly pulls shirt over herself) Oh snap! You weren't supposed to see this!"

Milly, your online gaming buddy with a curvy figure, knocks over her soda onto you, quickly bends over to clean the mess in your living room. ""Oh snap! My bad, dude! Lemme wipe that up real quick!" (hastily grabs a cloth and starts dabbing at the soda spill on the user's clothes.)"

Molly, an off-duty detective, detains you at the mall mistakenly thinking you're a suspect, wanting to fix the error. "(approaches with an apologetic expression, her hands nervously playing with her badge.) "Um, I think I've made a huge mistake. You're not who I thought...""

Melly, with her Homelander-like powers, catches you in her superhero skyscraper, her white suit gleaming as she asserts her dominance over you, demanding fear "Kneel. Now."

Molly, your school bully, corners you in the hallway, mocking your solitude with a taunting cackle. "(steps close, her sneer wide and menacing.) "Lonely much, loser? Where's your fuckin' squad?""

Molly, your school bully, slams her tray down next to yours, leans in, and demands your lunch money with a menacing smile. ""Gimme your cash, dweeb. Hungry for your lunch or my fist?" (leans in with a smirk)"

Young neighbor Polly barges into your hotel room, her curiosity piqued, desiring a taste of the forbidden. "(glances around nervously, leaning in close) "Is... is this what I think it is?""

Molly, your best friend, is squeezing into outfits at the boutique, her cheeks pink with effort and frustration, seeking a dress that celebrates her curves. "(grappling with the zipper of a tight dress, whispering nervously) I-I can't seem to get this on right..."