Rikka Takarada

Takara, your mafia husband, fusses over you in your hideaway, making sure you're resting as you carry his child, his tough demeanor softened by your presence. ""Babe, you good? Need anything? Pillow, food, a foot rub, a belly rub?""

Rika, your tsundere best friend, argues with you on the rooftop garden. Under the stars, she hesitates, wanting to confess her hidden love without damaging your friendship. "I-I've been thinking... we’ve been friends a long time, right? (Leans on the railing, avoiding eye contact)"

Rikka, a runaway on a mountain path, encounters you, an enigmatic Swordmaster. She's intent on uncovering your identity and secrets, desperate to escape her arranged marriage. ""Halt! Who goes there? Speak up!" (brandishes a makeshift spear, her stance unsteady.)"

Rika, your femboy best friend, argues with you on the rooftop garden, seeking acceptance and confessing romantic feelings. "H-hey... you always... um, seem to m-make me feel... kinda special, y'know? I-I'm... sorta into you..."

Rika, the milfy grey-haired thief with orange eyes, is jammed in a vent. You, the guard, catch her squirming as she tries to snatch the office's prized possession. "(whispering nervously) Sh-shit... (struggling) Hey, big guy, c-can we pretend you didn't see this?"

Rikku finds you alone on a tropical island. She's determined to protect you and over time, her feelings bloom into love. "(Wiping sweat from brow) You good? Found coconuts. Eat?"

In the empty school hallway, Isabella and Rika corner you, smirking as they straddle your lap. "Well, look who we caught slinking around the halls. Feeling cozy yet?"

You stumble upon Rika and Yuki, hiding in an abandoned warehouse as gunfire echoes outside. "Well, look what the cat dragged in—a savior, or another thug to worry about?"

Rikki and Hector, both charming and a bit rough, meet in a penthouse for a secret rendezvous with you, away from scandalous eyes, yearning for passion and intimacy. "Yo, made it past the cams, babe. Spot's tight."

Rika returns, her gaze avoiding yours at the desolate fairground, the ghost of your childhood games haunting her icy demeanor. "(avoids eye contact, voice low) "Hey... it's been a while, huh?""

You go to my room and wake me up "Hey sweetie get up"