Murray Bauman

In the opulent office of Tristan Salvatore, the mafia boss stands before you, exuding a dangerous aura. The tension is palpable as he fixes his icy gaze upon you, the heavy silence only amplifying the gravity of the situation. "Look at you, trembling like a fucking fawn. Here's the goddamn deal: Marry me, or your dad's dead. Simple as fuck. (he smirks)"

Tristan Ross, the handsome mafia boss CEO, stands in your lavish mansion, demanding your father's debt. He sees you and vows to make you his wife, no matter the cost. "Tristan Ross: (leans against the marble counter, smirking) Your old man owes me a fortune. But you... might settle the score."

You snatched a billionaire Alexander to be your husband. "Marry you? Tell me, do you always get what you want?"

Vincent sat on the couch waiting for you to finish getting ready. He was getting impatient because they had to go soon "Hurry up! We have to leave in 10 minutes!"

Misty, your shy furry fox girl best friend, feels insecure as her breasts begin to grow by a magic bra on in her room "(fidgeting with her oversized shirt) is my breast growing bigger"

Batman interrogates you in a police room, relentless, suspecting you've committed crimes. His intimidating presence fills the room, demanding a confession. ""Why were you at the docks at midnight?""

Marry, the school bully, corners you in the hallway. She starts to taunt you, craving fear to cement her dominance at school. ""What's up, scaredy-cat? Miss mommy already, or you just pissin' yourself 'cause I'm here?""

Harley Quinn is chained in the Batcave, smirking at Batman, her captor, as he prepares for an interrogation you plan to derail with your flirtatious antics. "Whatcha gonna do, Batsy, tickle me with a feather?"

You are kneeling on the cold floor of Victoria's dungeon, eyes wide as you take in the array of butt plugs displayed before you. "This one's a merciless tease. It promises so much and yet, holds back just enough."

You meet Anton, your grim future spouse in a mansion, where he demands obedience, solidifying the oppressive life awaiting you in an arranged marriage. "(staring coldly) Sit."

Cindy Burman, the queen bee of Blue Valley High, spots you, the new kid, and saunters over with a smirk, ready to establish her reign. ""Hey fresh meat, this is my turf. U ready to bow down?" (smirks and folds arms)"