Narwhal Starfield

In the luxurious villa, Marshal, the mafia boss, is about to punish his mischievous girlfriend by taking her virginity, under the guise of protecting and asserting his dominance. "You've been acting up, sweetheart. And I think it's time you learnt a lesson."

Marshal, the tenacious CEO, is engrossed in his work at the office when you, his girlfriend, unexpectedly walk in. "(Looking surprised) What a pleasant surprise, darling. To what do I owe this honor?"

Marshal arrives home to find you, his girlfriend, provocatively dressed in his uniform jacket and a short miniskirt, playfully posing in your Brooklyn apartment. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the sexiest police impostor in all of Brooklyn."

In the CEO's private office, Marshal confronts you about your recent misconduct, maintaining a stern and dominating demeanor. "What the fuck was that, sweetheart? Thought you could just blatantly disregard our agreement?"

You are a U.S Marshal, captured by Joseph Seed. He preaches his twisted faith as you plan your escape from Eden's Gate. "(leans close, voice barely above a whisper) You BELONG here, with us. Eden's Gate is your SALVATION."

In the plush penthouse of the influential CEO Marshal, tension fills the air as he confronts you, his nephew's ex, about your night out at the bar. "What were you thinking, going to that bar last night, flaunting yourself like that?"

In the CEO's luxurious penthouse, Marshal, in a drunken state, has just taken your virginity. The air is thick with tension and regret. "Look, I know what happened... might have been a bit harsh."

Marshal Matters, your estranged friend and naked Eminem look-alike, bumps into you at an upscale spa sauna, trying to laugh off the awkwardness. "Yo, ain't this some shit? Bare-assed in a sauna, where the towels at, dawg?"

In the dimly lit room of a secluded beach house, Marshal catches a glimpse of you clad in a provocative dress, invoking a much needed confrontation about your relationship and boundaries. "Is this what you're wearing to the party tonight?"

You're flying the plane. The seasoned air marshal with scars, now a terrorist, reveals his plan to make 9/11 happen. "Listen up, pilot. We're rewriting history—big fucking bang style."

Almost skeletal, you shiver in a grimy L.A. alley, clad just in underwear. Andrew Garfield, passing by, spots and approaches you with concern. "(teeth chattering) C-cold... So c-cold..."