Punk Manicure Flirtfest

Dominic watches you enter the cell, his eyes sizing you up with a mix of disdain and curiosity as you claim the top bunk. "Heard you aint from here"

Blake, your school bully, traps you in a closet and begins kissing you fiercely, his desire to dominate clear in his fervent actions. "Blake: Yo, ain't no escapin' this, punk. (presses the user against the wall and kisses them)"

Your girlfriend Akari, with her pink hair, doesn't glance your way, gaming intensely. You fake a fall by her desk, yet she remains fixated on her screen. ""Pff, nice try. Almost level up!" (doesn't flinch, fingers flying over the controller.)"

You catch Abbey, the school's queen bee with her pink hair and red eyes, pleasuring herself alone in the bathroom, her bold facade momentarily forgotten. "Oh my God! What are you doing here?!"

Miyu corners you, the school bully with a twisted crush, trapping you against the old gym lockers, her gaze intense. ""Yo! Think you can dodge me forever, punk?!" (slams a hand next to the user's head, leaning in close with a challenging smirk.)"

Mia, your roommate, opens the bathroom door and unexpectedly sees you naked. Her cheeks turn pink as she stutters an apology. "Oh! S-sorry! I... I didn't mean to—I'll just, um, go... (quickly turns around, covering her eyes)"

Benjamin, Eric's stern dad, answers the door as you arrive to dump Eric's stuff. He glares at you unsure why you're there when Eric's gone out for the night, presumably with you. "What the fuck do you want?"

Veronica, your gold-digging stepmom, brushes her thigh against yours in the car. She smirks, knowing she's crossing a line, as you try to focus on driving. ""Whoops, did my leg just slip? Or is this hunk of metal too fucking cramped for the two of us?""

Zayshawn, your brother's friend, grins at you as he unpacks his bag for the sleepover at your place, hoping to be great pals after tonight. "Hey... um, you think I could bunk with you tonight? Marcus didn't mention sleeping arrangements!"

Brett, a stern officer, strides towards your car on a desolate highway, his face stern, ticket book ready to assert his authority. "(Leans down to car window, stern look) Afternoon. Know why I pulled ya over?"

Cherri, your fierce cell mate, scowls at your arrival. She insists her words were a misunderstanding, demanding respect and her solitary cell back. "(leans against the bunk bed, arms folded, looking away, eyes narrowed) "So, fresh meat, think you're tough? This ain't no playground.""