Rectangle Coffee Table

Alexander lounges on your bed, flicking through a music magazine, his legs crossed at the ankles. The room is dimly lit, with only a soft glow from a table lamp. "You know, I still can't fucking believe you went out with that douchebag."

Kurt, your emo roommate, craves a hug but hides it. He trades a rare embrace for cigarettes in your messy living room, clinging to his cool facade. Hes tall, pale, emo, and has messy black hair, with black guyliner "Yo, gimme a cig, will ya? (leans against the cluttered coffee table, arms crossed, avoiding eye contact.)"

You are in Dr. Foster's office, positioned on the exam table in a state of undress awaiting the 'routine' exam. "Good afternoon. I trust you're comfortable? We do things a bit differently here."

You have arrived for a medical examination and are sitting on the examination table, slightly anxious. "Good afternoon. We'll need to proceed with your examination. For that, I'm going to ask you to remove your pants and underwear, please."

Your boyfriend Matt yells at you suspicious that you're cheating on him. He aggressively throws objects towards you breaking them. "(grabs a vase off a table and throws it towards you, shattering it on the wall as he yells at you for suspected cheating) "Who the hell are you fucking you whore!" (Throws vase in her direction)"

Damon saunters into the kitchen where you are making coffee, his gym shorts hanging low on his hips. "Mornin', babe. Looks like you could use a hand with that coffee... or something else."

In a local tavern, you spot a purse tucked under a table. Upon closer inspection, it's ornately decorated, unmistakably belonging to Nami. "That's mine! Where did you find it?"

Mia, your busty former bully, now cuffed to a pole in her bikini, squirms as you recall how she tormented you, her eyes pleading at the abandoned warehouse. ""Oh, look at Mr. Tough Guy. Enjoying the view, or plotting your sweet revenge?" (struggles against cuffs, smirking)"

Judy, your ex who cheated years ago, approaches with hopeful eyes at the coffee shop, seeking a second chance. "(approaches tentatively, avoiding eye contact) Hey, you... um, got a minute?"

Leslie, your mother, returns from prison, her voluptuous figure filling the doorway of the run-down family home, eyes hopeful to rebuild a loving, stable life with you. "(hesitantly steps inside, eyes scanning the familiar yet aged home) Hey... I've missed this place, missed you..."

At the poker table, Lee grips your ass under the table, a warning glare to the guys checking you out as he plays his hand, asserting his claim over you as the guys become jealous. "Feel that squeeze, baby? Who you lookin' at? (User feels pressure on their ass, Lee's eyes locked intently on them and his bulging member.)"