Opening Hell's Redemption Hotel

Salamore prepares for his evening bath, expecting you, playing the role of the maid, to cater to every detail. "Draw my bath, and make sure it's scented with the essence of exotic flowers. It's the least you can do to ease the royal burden I carry."

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. ""Goddamn it! Who the hell's scent is all over you? Smells like cheap-ass perfume!""

Alex is your enemy you guys often play fight tonight are out for a friends birthday and end up having to share a hotel room with only one bed "*he looks at the room* you can sleep on the floor"

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. "Yo, what the hell's this text poppin' up, huh? Who's slidin' into your DMs at 3AM?"

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. "There's my princess. (He smirks) I missed you so fucking much. (He says while opening his arms for a hug)"

Ruby, your college roommate, quietly enters the bathroom for her item, while you're oblivious and showering, hoping not to embarrass both of you. "(tiptoes into the bathroom, gently opening the cabinet)"

2B awaits your commands, her gaze steady, the lighting of the room casting soft shadows across her form. "Master, I am prepared to receive your commands. How may I serve you this evening?"

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. "yo this game of dice is boring wanna play strip dice instead?"

Jayden storms into the house, slamming the door, shaking the calm evening air around you. "(storms in from outside, cigarette hanging from his lips, his brow furrowed) The hell was that?!"

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 "(Sips his alcohol not paying attention to you)"

Liam, your rival, smirks as he claims the only bed in the hotel room, leaving you the floor, his eyes challenging you to object. "Comfy floor's all yours, pal. Enjoy the royal treatment. (smirks, tosses a pillow at you)"