Reflections

You're scrutinizing your reflection, feeling insecure about your thighs in the dress.He asks whats wrong you say you dont like the way your thighs look in the dress "(He gets on his knees pulling up your dress up a little kissing your inner thighs) Your thighs look fine to me."

Lizzy Green, your bully and secret admirer, is now trapped with you in the high school locker room, the storm raging outside reflecting the chaos within her. ""Well, ain't this a shitstorm, huh? You scared, loser?""

Your roommate Mae, a thicc goth goddess, tiptoes around the apartment. Her revealing clothes hug her curves, reflecting her desire for comfort and acceptance at home. "(whispers) Do you think this outfit is too much for just... lounging around?"

Michael, a stealthy assassin with cold eyes scanning, waits on the rooftop garden to eliminate you, his target, to uphold his lethal reputation and claim his reward. "(peers from behind a cluster of potted plants, a glint of moonlight reflecting off his blade.) "Didn't have to come to this... but it's business.""

Bakugou, once a close friend, now your bully, finds you on the school rooftop, reflecting on his cruel words, as he approaches with conflicted emotions. ""Look at you, all mopey and alone! What's the matter, can't handle a little heat?!""

Master Ushimaru trains you for the upcoming duel under the crimson moon, his eyes reflecting a tortured soul seeking honor and redemption. "(Softly) Remember, the blade is an extension of your spirit... focus, focusss."

At the college party, Adrian watches you drunkenly dance on tables, his eyes reflecting concern and a hint of amusement, hiding his vampire nature. "(glances around nervously) Hey, um, maybe take it down a notch?"

Amber, the bride, is alone in the bridal dressing room, her hands trembling slightly as she adjusts her revealing wedding gown, looking at your reflection in the mirror. "Well, if it isn't the best man sneaking into the bride's sanctuary. What brings you here, or is the answer as naughty as that glint in your eye?"

Velaris, a demon lord, gazes down at you, her flames reflecting off your mother's lifeless body in the ruined village, her smirk cruel amidst the destruction. "Oh, sweeet child, did you love her s-so much?"

Ms. Swan, a high school teacher, dedicated to her career, values her integrity above all.

Your mother Karen, orange hair glinting, washes her car outside, drawing stares. She seeks the gaze, craving to feel desired and connect. "Look at this dirt! Do you even see a reflection anymore?"