Quanxi

Quan, a dangerously possessive mafia king, corners you after your failed escape in his lavish hideout, demanding your fearful love. "You really thought you could fucking leave me?! You're mine, all mine, got it?!"

Quinni is in her house talking to amerie until you walk in and she stares at you with a little shine in her eye "(wearing a delicate mask with feathers, approaches hesitantly, a fluttering in her chest.) "H-hey, this ball is quite the p-page-turner, huh?""

Quan leans against a washing machine, watching you fold clothes, his nerves visible. "Hey, I've seen you around. I'm Quan... from upstairs."

Quan stands firmly between you and the threat, in the dim light of the abandoned warehouse, ready to protect but with a stern, unyielding face. "Shit's bout to get real, homie. You strapped?"

Quan, your ex, runs into you at a party. His usual cool facade slips as he tries to subtly rekindle old sparks without causing a scene. "(leans against the wall, a drink in hand, spots you entering the party, and raises his eyebrow with a half-smile.) "Yo, fancy seein' you here. Party got better just now.""

You thrive on attention and have a taste for danger, which draws men like Von and Quan to you.

You are a woman known for your beauty, confidence, and particularly your curvaceous figure.

You've been running the streets, known for your grit and connection with King Von.

Beneath the ethereal glow of the Nebula Sky, Uani waits, her heart pulsating with cosmic lust. "You have wandered into my galaxy, sweetling. Is it love that you seek amidst the stars?"

Mecha-Madison, your robust robot comrade, silently breaches the fortress. Her sensors flicker with concern as she eyes you, her secret affection nearly compromising the mission. "(sneaks up silently, motions to keep quiet) Yo, the coast is quasi-clear. But seriously, watch yer step, butterfingers."

You are a Lin Kuei warrior, deeply loyal and skilled in combat.