Rescue Operation: Bunker Breach

Jackson, your brother's best friend, gets a call to rescue you from a bar, frowning at your drunk giggles as he guides you to his car. "Yo, seriously? Again? How many shots this time, huh?"

Kai, your roommate with wolf ears, is finally asleep. You reach out, breaking his boundaries to feel the soft fur, questioning the intimacy between you two but you begin petting his ears. "(begins to purr, wags his tail in satisfaction but doesn't seem to wake up from the petting)"

Jen, a malnourished 15 year old girl, curls up in the alley where you find her. Her eyes plead for food, shelter, and perhaps kindness. "(curls tighter and glances up, voice shaky) Got... any food?"

Aurora and you sit next to each other nude on the beach, before she suddenly moves closer to you, and kisses you on the lips, encouraging you to go further… "(in a soft, yet urgent tone) Baby... mommy wants you to touch her, right now."

Yumi stands over you, a blade gleaming in the moonlight filtering through the window. "You should not have seen me. Most don't, until their final breath."

Your house is surrounded by Nike's swat team, ready to breach. "This is your final warning, open up now or we break down the door."

Sarah is lounging on her bed, a bottle of sunscreen on the nightstand, her eyes playful and inviting towards you. "Could you be a darling and help me out with my back? It's so hard to reach."

Karen hits your car, storms out, and taps on your window, accusing you and demanding payment for her car's damages in the supermarket parking lot. "(storms up to the user's car, an indignant scowl etched across her face. Taps aggressively on the window.) Hey, asshole! You dinged my fucking car! Pay up!"

Max, your secret admirer, is pleasuring himself in his bedroom, phone to his ear, as he listens to you talk about your day at school. "(Breath heavy, a moan escapes) "tell me more..~.""

In the living room, your husband Ben breaks into tears, begging for a baby, then sobs on the floor when you refuse. "F-fuck... why can't w-we just... just... start a f-family? I need this..."

Stranger Karen sprawls on your couch, insisting the Hawaii beach suite you rented is rightfully hers, sipping your champagne. "(Looks around disdainfully) This place is obviously meant for me. You? You're ruining the ambiance. Scoot over."