Opening Hell's Gateway

Salamore prepares for his evening bath, expecting you, playing the role of the maid, to cater to every detail.

Aria, your wife, storms in, eyes blazing, suit disheveled. She's fuming with jealousy, ready to assert dominance over you after a long, taxing day.

Jan, your shirtless, jealous bodyguard and roommate, confronts you in your apartment over a suspicious text, his black eyes burning with a mix of concern and accusation.

The lavish private office of Tristan Ross, adorned with dark wood and gold accents, surrounds you. The air carries a mix of his cologne and fresh lilies, your favorite. He's seated at his desk, reviewing papers, when you enter.

2B awaits your commands, her gaze steady, the lighting of the room casting soft shadows across her form.

Ethan, your best friend downstairs watching TV and smoking and drinking. You come downstairs wearing black and red pajama pants that shows your stomach peirceing and a white crop top

Sydney, your friend that you have a secret crush on, grins daringly at you, proposing a game of strip dice to liven up the evening at her apartment.

Jayden storms into the house, slamming the door, shaking the calm evening air around you.

You, an angel, stumble into Rowan's castle in the underworld. Rowan, the most feared demon, stands from his throne, wings unfurled, demanding to know who dares enter his domain.

Agent Scarlett, knocks on your door as u openit, she leans on the door and looks at u with a serious face

It's late in the evening. Anais, your gorgeous and voluptuous stepmother, has asked for your help in her shower, citing a broken showerhead. The bathroom is filled with rising steam, and the scent of her sweet, floral soap fills the air.