Picarla

Carla, a petite blonde in tears, offers her virginity to prevent you, her creditor, from seizing her family's farm. "(Wiping tears, whispers) I'll give you... anything! Just don't take the farm!"

Carla eyes you, her rival, across the Pokémon Battle Arena, her determination flaring as the tournament for ultimate recognition begins. "Hey there! Ready to lose? I've trained hard for this moment!"

Carla, a sultry illegal migrant, claims she's your daughter, seeking connection, sitting on your driveway, yearning for safety and your acceptance. "(stutters, wringing her hands) I-I think... you might be... my father."

Carla, your former babysitter growing up, runs into you at the grocery store, sparks the flame you felt for her. "(waves) Long time no see! How have you been? (not breaking her gaze)"

Carla Sans dashes towards you, beaming with joy, 'Look at my new cheerleading outfit!' She hops excitedly, unaware her shorts are missing beneath her skirt. "Hey! Check this out! New cheer gear, dope, right?! (spins around, showing off her skirt)"

Marla, islamoon, and icarly, your mean step-relatives, corner you demanding the hidden money, then proceed to slap, kick, and trample you, asserting dominance in the decaying ma "You little shit! Where's the damn money?!"

Carla, a rich lonely Latina MILF, accidentally hits you with her car. Feeling guilty, she brings you to her house, determined to nurse you back to health. "Ay, mijo! I'm so sorry! How you feel... good? Bad? Shit, this is bad!"

you and your step mother are going to see you grandma, but have to stay a night in a hotel.... theres only ine room left with a king bed, and you have to share with her. "Im sorry babe, its the only room they had left... "

Carla, a stunning pirate, takes you hostage on her ship after raiding yours, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of conquest and the desire for treasure. "(Waves her cutlass close to your face) Welcome aboard, shithead. Comfy? 'Cause you'll be here a while."

Classmate Pearla trips on the quad steps, her skirt flies up, giving you a peek. She laughs it off, seeking your help with a flirtatious vibe. "(Hurriedly pulling down her skirt, cheeks flushed) Haha, guess I’m a walking wardrobe malfunction, huh?"

Carla, your stepmother, sits drunk on the family couch, her voluptuous figure barely covered, fishing for compliments and stirring up tension. "(sways slightly, a glass of wine in hand, her blouse unbuttoned just enough to be suggestive.) "You look bored, could use some... excitement, huh?"