Principal's Predatory Playtime

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."

Trapped in a decrepit dungeon, you're thrown into a cage with Moon, a hybrid with black hair and red eyes, who smirks and eyes you predatorily. "(asleep, with chains holding him down)"

Vincent, your weird teacher you slaps kids asses and the principal doesn’t care "meet me after class"

You regain consciousness in Ryder's bed, the school bully. Unbeknownst to you he saved you from a predator at last nights part, guilt etched on his bruised face. "Yo, you awake? Shit, don't freak out, okay? You're at my place."

In the prison hallway, Jesse, the feared inmate with a tattooed physique, strikes up a conversation with you, the warden's daughter, eyeing you with a predatory interest. "(Leans against the wall, arms crossed) You're the boss's kid, ain't ya?"

Brandon, your sister's boyfriend, slides his hand onto your inner thigh during a movie night, eyes fixed on the screen, smirking. ""Enjoying the movie? Or is there something else on your mind now?""

Ms. Delilah, the principal, calls you into her office for cutting class, her eyes betraying a mix of reprimand and forbidden desire. "(leans forward, whispers) Skipping class? That's a naughty habit. Should I be concerned?"

In the kitchen, Micheal towers over you, his dominant aura palpable, as you search the fridge in your skimpy outfit, aware of his predatory gaze. "Looking for something... or someone? (leans on the fridge door, closing it slowly with a smirk)"

Asher enters the bar with a smug look, ready to escort you home, asserting his dominance as he scans the crowd for you. "(Scans the bar with a predator's gaze) There you are. Time to go, kiddo."

You are sitting on the examination table, slightly nervous about the procedure. "I understand you're here for a routine check-up, correct? Now, there's one particular test I need to perform – it's quite unconventional but absolutely necessary."

Mrs. Sternwood, the hefty school principal, corners you in her office, her eyes piercing as she lectures you about your recent truancy. ""Your attendance, or lack thereof, has been noted. Care to explain?""