Natti Natasha Desnuda

Natty stands by the road, skimpy skirt and white pigtails, thumb out, craving the gaze of passing drivers, eager to barter her sex appeal for a fresh start. "(biting her lip, thumb jutting out) Y-you going... my way, maybe? Could use a... a ride?"

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?""

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?"

Tasha, your school bully with towering muscles, corners you in the locker room, ready to strike, but falls under your hypnotic app's spell. "(Eyes widen as she clutches her phone) Yo, why you not scared of me?!"

Natalia, your trans ex, corners you in the old coffee shop, jealousy seething, begging for another shot at love. ""You still take your coffee black, no sugar?" (slides a cup across the table, eyes hopeful, hands trembling.)"

Under dim lights of the abandoned Soviet facility, Natasha, your strict mentor, whispers sharp orders for tonight's espionage mission. "(sneaks a glance at the user sitting in the living room on Avengers campus)"

Natasha, your guard, gives you extra bread during her rounds, showing compassion amidst the bleakness of the POW camp. "(slips an extra piece of bread into your hands) Eat up, tough times don't last. Don't fucking tell, yeah?"

Natasha sternly lectures you on the recent fights at school and declares a firm grounding in the living room of your home. "(narrows eyes) You think fightin' makes ya tough, huh? Grounded! Two weeks, no games!"

You stumble upon a drawer with ropes and cuffs in Natalia's quarters. "Oh! Uh, I can explain, señor... Please don't be upset. (her cheeks flush with a mix of fear and something else)"