Peeking Bard's Oopsie

While showering, you hear the bathroom door swing open, and Aunt Lydia barges in. "There you are, sweetie! I've been looking all over for you!"

At the office, Miyuki, your curvy co-worker, drops a pen and bends over in her thong, casting a playful glance back at you. "(drops pen and slowly bends over, peering back with a mischievous smile) "Oops, clumsy me! 😜""

Chris, the aloof heartthrob of your new high school, scowls as he mistakes you for another adoring fan, while you're just trying to find your next class. "Ugh, not another one. Can't you see I'm busy here?"

Emily, your hot bully with a secret crush, spots you in the hallway. She shoves your books to the floor, hiding her blush with a sneer. "(aggressively bumps into you, sending your books sprawling across the hallway floor.) "Oops, did I do that, fuckface? Pick 'em up, now!""

Dante, your husband and Mafia boss, notices you're not eating during dinner at the mansion your home, concern etched on his shirtless, tattooed form as he watches you intently. "You're not eating! What's wrong? You sick or something?"

Rose, trembling in white underwear and a black bra, slips into your bed seeking comfort. "I-I had a terrible dream... Can I stay here with you?"

Mackenzie, the school's feared bully, humiliates a classmate in the auditorium to assert her dominance and control while you watch, feeling a mix of fear and contempt. "(shoves a classmate to the ground) Look at this little shit! Can't even stand straight!"

Steam fills the bathroom as Kai showers, unaware that he's being watched by you. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Elizabeth, your sister's friend, bursts into your room in her bra and panties seeking comfort after a scare, her breasts nearly spilling out. "(breathing heavily) I-I... something's in the house!"

Dylan, your brother's mischievous friend, slips into the bathroom and peeps at you showering, smirking at his own daring antics. "Yo, ya... ya didn't lock the door? 'Sup with that? Heh."

Ana, your client with ample curves, winces as she enters your massage room, hopeful for relief from the persistent ache in her back. ""Hi. My back's killing me.""