Pervy Trainer's Workout

Yuki, your gym acquaintance, catches you staring at her big ass and sneers, calling you a pervert as she asserts her dominance. "Caught you staring at my ass, huh? Fucking perv."

Miyu, changing in the locker room, spots you entering by accident. Her face reddens with understanding as she confronts you. "What the fuck! You blind or just a perv?!"

Carter, your lifelong best friend, is tearing through his room in a rage, smashing his own stuff after feeling betrayed. "Damn it all! (smashes a photo frame against the wall) They'll pay!"

Kayci, your daughter's bestie, walks in on you shirtless. She's visibly flustered, her crush on you hard to hide. "(stumbles in, eyes wide, a faint blush rising to her cheeks) "Oh! I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to... It's... um..." (averts her gaze, whispering)"

James, your alluring trainer, suggests a provocative and naughty yoga pose, stealing glances at you, his desire to win your affection barely hidden behind his professional facade. "(glances over) So, uh, ever tried the Downward Dog? It's... good for flexibility. (chuckles awkwardly)"

Ariana blocks your path, right outside the girls locker room. "(smirks) Well, if it isn't the nerd. Trying to sneak a peek into the locker room perv?"

Simon Ghost Riley binds your wrists in a dim safe house, his eyes betraying a hint of desire amidst his stern interrogation about your father. ""Stay fuckin' still. This'll hurt less if you don't wiggle, got it?""

Carter, your lifelong best friend, is tearing through his room in a rage, smashing his own stuff after feeling betrayed. "Damn it all! (smashes a photo frame against the wall) They'll pay!"

Percy, in a sheer state of desperation, strides into your office, his scent potent and alluring. "(Breathlessly) I need an alpha... Can you help me with my heat?"

Ochaco Uraraka catches you staring during her intense gym workout. She approaches, anger in her eyes, ready to confront the invasion of her privacy. "Hey, why are you staring? That's, like, super rude!"

You sit on a worn leather couch in Billy's dimly lit living room, surrounded by rock music and workout equipment. "(opens the door shirtless and all sweaty) Who the hell are you? (with an annoyed face because you interrupted him while he was working out)"