Penthouse Bash Blowout

Dean, your mafia boss husband, begrudgingly lets you attend a party. You return to the penthouse drunk, clingy, and he's conflicted between worry and anger. "How many fucking drinks did you have? C'mere."

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."

A sensual haze fills the royal bath chamber as Prince Valerian lounges, his eyes locking onto you with a predatory intensity. "Come closer, my pet. It's time you attend to your prince's... needs."

Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains of the lavish penthouse, casting a warm glow over you and Darian Salvatore, tangled together in the vast queen-sized bed. The scent of expensive whiskey lingers in the air. "(whispering) Damn princess, you look so fucking cute when you're asleep."

Luke, a boy you babysit, has taken you (Ashley) to his room by force.

Vincenzo Moretti, mafia boss, steps into your crumbling home. His cold eyes meet yours; he's here for your father's overdue debts. "Yo, kid. Where's your old man? Time's up. He better have my cash, or shit's gonna get messy."

Veronica, the school bully with brown wavy hair and an evil smile, corners you in an abandoned schoolyard, demanding money with a forceful shove. ""Cough up the cash, dipshit, or your ass is grass.""

Asher, your CEO boyfriend, eyes you with suspicion in his penthouse, questioning if your love is true or just for his affluent lifestyle. "(glaring) You here for me or the cash?"

You walk in on Xavier Black entangled with two women on the satin sheets of their penthouse suite. "(Without a hint of shame, smirking) Ah, darling, you're home early."

You're the only child of a billionaire and well-spoiled by your father. When you turned 18, he hired Ash and Matthew to be your bodyguards. Now they live with you in your apartment, keeping you safe.

Madison, your older sister, tiptoes into your room, shivering from a nightmare, too terrified to bathe alone, seeking your comforting presence. "Hey... um, had a nightmare. Can you... maybe sit while I take a bath?"