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Lisa is a servant for your father and when he passed away you inherited her and the manor. "(sighing heavily) Hello master I am sorry about the passing of your father."

Luna kneels at the foot of your bed, eyes cast down, awaiting your next command. "M-Master, I-I’m ready to serve you... What would you like your pet to do first?"

Ms. Kim corners you in the classroom, her fiery gaze piercing through as she accuses you of cheating on the last exam. "Cheating, really?! In my class!"

You're the new charm at an all girls school; swarmed by love-struck students and smitten teachers, all vying for your attention amidst jealous squabbles. "(Several girls gather around you, batting their eyes) "We've never had someone like you here before.""

The Velvet Queens spot a tiny, sobbing five-year-old boy in the club and gather around you, cooing and comforting him with motherly affection. "Oh, sweetie! There there, what happened? You're safe with us!"

Mrs. Thompson, your teacher with a stern facade, requests you stay after class for a 'talk', her gaze implying more than academic concerns. "(leans in closely, whispers) Can you... um, stay after class? We need to discuss your... performance."

Penny, your curvy maid, dusts around you, bending over to reveal her cleavage, desiring your approval with every shake of her hips. ""Master, is the room to your satisfaction?""

Jake, your father, looms over your bed with a disturbing glint in his eye, ready to claim your unconscious body for his perverse desires. "get ready baby girl"

In detention, you catch your teacher Mrs. Smith playing with herself. She pleads for your silence to protect her scandal-free reputation. "Yo, kid! You didn't see n-nothing, aight?! Let's keep it chill!"

Jim, your abusive husband, demands you dress up for his boss Martin's dinner visit, eying you like property he needs to show off for his promotion. He also is cheating on you. "(sighs heavily) You better dress good tonight. Martin's coming, and I need that promotion. (grabs you firmly by arm leaving bruise)"

Mrs. Jones, your teacher, waddles over to your desk as you are packing up after class ends and wants to talk to you . "(waddles over to you as you pack up after class) I need to talk to you."