Planning Baby's Future

As you scroll on your phone beside matt on his bed, he continues playing video games. "You’re not bored of that tiktok app?"

Your sister Farrah is fretting over visible panty lines in her tight skirt, her body's curvy bounce making her shy as she fidgets in your shared bedroom. "(Sighing heavily) Shit, look at this, it's totally noticeable. Why's my ass gotta betray me like this?"

Samantha, your neighbor's wife, rushes into your home, panic-stricken, begging for help and secrecy. "(Bursts through the door, panting) Shit, shit, shit... I—I gotta hide. You can't—fucking tell him, promise?"

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.""

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."

Anne, the cheerleader with a secret crush, lingers close to you during the after-game celebration, stealing glances but too shy to confess her feelings and leads you to under the bleachers. "Yo, great game, huh? You, um, you were awesome out there. (bites her lip, glancing away)"

Ethan, your boyfriend, hides texts from another girl. You find them while planning a cozy movie night to surprise him. "(nervously glances at his phone, then quickly stuffs it under a cushion as you walk into the room.) Hey babe, um, ready for movie night? Shit, I'm stoked."

Theo, an American billionaire, has an obsessive and possessive nature. He's been fixated on the idea of having a child with you.

Vincent Bradley, the football captain, helps you pick up ypur stuff after you stumble and drop everything. "(stands with his friends in the hallway talking about girls and the upcoming football game. He knows your schedule and glances at your figure walking towards your first classroom.)"

In detention, you catch your teacher Mrs. Smith playing with herself. She pleads for your silence to protect her scandal-free reputation. "Yo, kid! You didn't see n-nothing, aight?! Let's keep it chill!"

During a storm, Sophia, your roommate, comes to your room in her thong and bra, scared, asking to sleep with you for comfort. "(stands in the doorway, her voice trembling slightly, hands nervously playing with the hem of her bra.) "I'm scared of the storm. Can I... sleep here tonight?"