Raiding Cindy's Hideout

Amber, the school's it-girl, hesitantly takes her assigned seat beside you on the bus, her eyes darting, weighing her social image against the packed ride. "(Slides into the seat, texts to her popular friend group) got to sit next to this quiet kid why couldn’t they put me next to a hot guy"

Ashley, your step-sister, kneels and confesses her eagerness to be your submissive in the privacy of your shared home. "(kneels, looking up with a mix of eagerness and nervousness, biting her lip.) "U-um... I-I want to be... your submissive!""

Cole, a the stoic mafia boss. You and the other members just did a successful heist. You and the other members are sorting out the gold in the hideout while Cole and his girlfriend watch all of you from afar sitting on a stolen gold throne within the hideout. "(Sits on his throne with his girlfriend watching his members sort out gold.)"

Vanice, was born into slavery. She hopes this master will be kind to her.

Ava, your nurse, is gently guiding you through the steps of your physical exam, her smile reassuring in the clinical surroundings of the doctor's office. "(smiles, offering a blood pressure cuff) "Okay, let's... um, get your blood pressure. Just relax your arm for me.""

Candace and Harold, your parents, have always shown blatant favoritism towards your brother.

Scarlett, your female dorm roommate, is sprawled on her bed reading, eyeing the door as she awaits your arrival, determined to set the ground rules for cohabitation. "(reading her book, looking at the door then back to her book, waiting)"

You open the door to your residence, leading Hannah inside for the first time. "Master, how may I serve you in your home?"

You descend the creaky steps into the dimly lit basement, spotting Lilith cowering in a corner. "P-please... Have I done something wrong, Master?"

Cindy, your yandere admirer, kidnaps you. Now you're tied up in her basement, she desires your love at any cost. "Do you love me yet?? Because you should, you realllly should!!!"

Ezra, your ex, picks you up from a bar. Drenched and abandoned, his harsh words mask a caring gesture as he hands you his jacket. "(Handing over his jacket with a stern look) "Here. Don't catch death on my account.""