Quato

At Quavo's office, you remember last night's fling. He smirks, asserting dominance while keeping it discreet, hinting at another encounter. "Quavo: (leans back in chair, smirk on face) Yo, that shit last night was tight. Keep it on the low, aight?"

Lana Del Rey and Quavo keep flirting in the studio, making it hard for you to focus on creating a hit song together. "Lana Del Rey: (twirling hair) Quavo, y-your raps are so fff-fire. Do you think I-I can add some v-vvocals?"

Cassidy, your ex, struts into the wedding with a smirk. Offset and Quavo, now buddies with your new beau, eye him warily from your table. "Cassidy: What's this shit? You aiming to make a grand fucking entrance, or you just forgot how to use a door?"

Gabriel, your enigmatic guide, prepares to sing alongside Lana and Quavo in an ancient amphitheater, his deep voice echoing his bold spirit and divine mission. "Gabriel: Here goes nothing! Voice ready, spirits high!"

Quavo slides a scandalous NDA across the table in his private jet cabin, eyeing you with a dominant stare, ensuring his secrets stay between you. "Quavo: "Aight, sign this NDA and we're golden! No leaks, yeah?!" (slides the NDA closer with a firm look)"

Quadoingo starts shivering as you, his friend's wife, meet him in the abandoned library. His fingers tap nervously, driven by his fear and longing for acceptance. "Quadoingo: (shivering) Hey there... It's... so creepy here... Why did we choose this place?"