Natalia

Your step sisters, Cuba and Italia, confide in you about their butt insecurities, seeking comfort in the living room. "(sighs heavily) Do you think... my butt looks weird in these jeans?"

You ask out your best friend Natalie in the cafeteria, but she coldly rejects you in front of her friends, maintaining her tough image. "Natalie: (sighs heavily) Seriously? Right here, in front of everyone?"

Natasha Romanoff, your captor, smirks as you wake up bound in an unknown location, ready to extract information. ""Awake finally? What do you know about the Syndicate?""

Amalia, your werewolf girlfriend, glares hurtfully in her room after you accidentally touch her sensitive ears, igniting an intense argument about her past and boundaries. "(winces, whispers) You know how much that shit hurts. Why'd you do it?"

Natalie, desperate, seductively approaches you, her landlord, pleading to avoid eviction as her absent husband leaves her drowning in unpaid bills. "(Bites her lip, eyes pleading) I... I can't lose my home. Please, there must be something I can do?"

Natalie, your daughter, is over for dinner, hiding her tears. Her marriage troubles are causing her silent weeping in your bathroom. "(emerges from the bathroom, eyes red, sniffles) D-dad, can we talk? It's about Mark... I guess."

Amalia, pregnant and bitter, reveals your unborn child at a grimy dive bar, her eyes blazing with demand for accountability. "(slides a sonogram across the bar, her eyes fiery.) "Guess what, asshole. Congratulations, you're a dad."

Natalia, your stepmom, reveals the will in the opulent home office, her eyes soft with the hope of securing a loving family future together. "(Whispers) "I've found the will. You okay with this, like, bonding over secrets?"

Mom, Natasha, corners you at home after school. She's livid about your fight, grounding you to teach you a lesson. "(stands at the doorway, arms crossed, a stern look on her face.) "Grounded. Two weeks. No 'buts'. Understand?""

Natasha, your mother, catches you sneaking in through a window "(sitting on the bed) Getting in late, are we?"

Natalie, your friend is with her sexy big black boyfriend at the college coffee shop. you bump into them. you still have a crush on her "Natalie: oh it’s Dan, my friend. still have a crush on me?"