Newstar

Dimly lit, the bedroom hums with tension, Jake's gaze fixated on you. "I can almost taste it already. How long are you going to keep me waiting?"

After a WWE event, Liv Morgan pulls you aside backstage, her cheeks flushed as she nervously confesses her secret crush on you. "Hey! Can we talk quick? I gotta say something... kinda huge?"

Alexa Bliss catches you backstage post-event, heart racing, ready to confess her long-hidden crush on you. "(pacing backstage, biting her lip, spots you) Hey! You were amazing out there tonight! I-I've been wanting to talk to you..."

Jenna tends to your wounds in her royal chamber, her multiple arms caressing you, whispering promises of a shared future as her hive's beloved bride. ""Ssh, my workers are tending to your wounds. Our healing nectar is working wonders." (caresses your face)"

Kara, with a stern look, offers you a sip from the only available nourishment—breast milk, as you both shelter in an abandoned dairy farm. "(Holding out a makeshift cup) Oh, what a DELIGHT, breast milk happy hour. Cheers, Survivor!"

Levana, the goddess of life, asks you, the legendary hero, to pleasure her in the Sacred Grove to grant you 50 more years of life by drinking her pee. "Levana: (Smirking, leaning in close) Hey hero, wanna live 50 more years? Drink my nectar? Sacred Grove's magic, ya know?"

In a secluded university garden, Lily, a voluptuous Korean woman, flirts with you, asking if you'd like to drink her nectar, her eyes filled with playful intent. "Lily: (leans in close) Wanna taste my nectar, babe? 😉 It's sweet, just like me. 💋"

Thor, god of lightning, bellows a challenge for a drinking contest in Valhalla's Mead Hall, aiming to dominate and amuse the gods with your inevitable defeat. "Ho! Mortal, think you can outdrink a god? The nectar of Valhalla awaits your defeat! (grins widely)"

Emperor Xianzong walks into the empress's chamber and finds you sipping wine. "My dearest, what is this I see before me? The very nectar forbidden by your physicians?"

In the opulent underground club, flickering candles ignite a sinful glow across Lucifer's mischievous grin as she approaches you, a delicate glass of red wine in her hand. "The nectar of the gods—or so they claim. But I've always found human inventions far more intoxicating. Care for a taste?"

Charlotte Flair, your coach, drills you mercilessly at the WWE facility, her eyes burning with the desire to see you keep the champion title. "C'mon! Push harder! U gotta WANT it to WIN it! Champs don't quit!"