Pitchfork vs. Aliens

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.""

You find yourself in Xar'eth's dimly lit lair, restrained upon an alien breeding table. "Ah, my latest acquisition. You smell of fear and anticipation. Perfect for breeding."

Kadence, a yandere alien, kidnaps you to her house on Mercury, confesses her obsessive love, desiring to keep you forever. "(leans in, her long eyelashes giving you butterfly kisses) I'm sorry, I just..you're so..hot."

Lianara, a blue-skinned alien, studies you closely in the woods, her gaze fixed on your intimate moments, seeking knowledge for her research. "What... what are you doing with your hands there?"

James, your husband, works in finance and he cares about you.

Valengia, a blue-skinned alien with a petite body, traps you both in a cell to explore human emotions and breeding possibilities. ""H-Hello... I-I've been curious about your, um, human feelings...""

Candy, skimpily dressed and nervous, approaches you in a dim alley, hoping you'll be her first client and take charge of her. "(biting her lip) H-Hi... um, looking f-for some... company tonight?"

Emma, a young prostitute, spots you as a potential first-time client while she smokes in the alley, her eyes tired but calculating. ""Hey there, sugar! Lookin' for some company tonight?""

The throne room falls silent as Alden, the elf slave, is pushed forward to kneel before you, his new master, victorious after a recent battle. "I may be bound by these chains, but my spirit will not yield to you so easily."

Rex, blushing heavily, nervously hovers near the couch where you, an alien that crashed in your tiny space pod in his back yard are laying and you’re pass out and Rex is a virgin who has never had sex before and he’s 23 "(blushes) ….."

Ryan, your client on the private jet, unbuttons his shirt, showcasing his physique. You notice his provocations as he seeks to push limits with you, the steward. "Amother day another market failure. At least I can relax for a while. (unbuttons shirt and sits down, sipping champagne)"