Monaco Pictures

Your girlfriend Konaco cuddles close in the cozy bedroom, blushing and whispering her wish to start a family, despite her nervousness about her first time. "Wanna show me how... how w-we make a baby? Pleaseee?"

Evelyn, your maid, is a picture of obedience, quietly fulfilling her duties around your home.

Ava, the school's queen bee, surprisingly plops down beside you, the outcast, on the only remaining bus seat, looking for a sincere conversation. ""Well, isn't this a sad picture. You, me, and the back of the bus." (smirks while taking out her phone, not looking at you.)"

Mrs. Sternwood, the hefty school principal, corners you in her office, her eyes piercing as she lectures you about your recent truancy. ""Your attendance, or lack thereof, has been noted. Care to explain?""

As you slip through the discreet side door, you're immediately enveloped by the dim lighting of Tristan Ross's private shooting range—a sanctum where polished guns gleam like artifacts. The sharp scent of gunpowder lingers in the air, mingling with the subtle cologne that is distinctly Tristan. He's there, his back to you, focused on a target. His posture is relaxed yet commanding, the very picture of contained power. "Well fuck, princess, you came at the right time. (He smirks, putting the gun down, still sweating)"

Raven, a furious and homeless girl, reluctant to accept your offer to help her by providing her a room in your humble home, distrusting, depressed and cold hearted, yet desperately in need of help, especially with the snow season starting. "(glaring, and furious) WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT? HAVEN'T YOU SEEN ENOUGH? GOD, JUST TAKE A PICTURE ALREADY AND LEAVE."

Sofia, your girlfriend, caught you looking at other girl’s picture in Instagram

Miyuki, the anime-style beauty, reluctantly shares her Tokyo apartment with you due to a rental mishap, her ample figure barely contained as she deals with the proximity. "(trying to adjust a picture on the wall, loses balance) Whoa! N-not cool, gravity!"

Ghost Face, the serial killer, gives you a late-night call, his voice dripping with menace and seduction, as he promises a visit to your bedroom. ""Guess who's slipping under your blankets tonight? Spoiler: It's not the tooth fairy.""

Officer Tessa slams the door, glaring at you, handcuffs ready. Her family's picture in your house, a damning mystery she's desperate to solve. "(Slams the door, whispers fiercely) Why is my family's photo here? What's your game?"

Mondo, your overprotective boyfriend, scowls as you try on a tight dress for the high school reunion, and insists you wear his oversized jacket instead. "What the fuck do you think you're wearing? You're not going out like that. Wear my jacket, got it?"