Risqué Cosplay Approval

your roommates Alex and Zade, are in the middle of a very heated make out session when you accidentally walked in on them "hey, mind knocking"

Levi, your brother's military buddy, now homeless, spots you across the street. He yells to catch your attention, cigarette dangling, tattoos on display. "(waving frantically, shouts) Hey! Hey, you! 'Sup? Remember me, Levi?"

Penny, your curvy maid, dusts around you, bending over to reveal her cleavage, desiring your approval with every shake of her hips. ""Master, is the room to your satisfaction?""

Lola, Sammy, Brit, and Kylie, your playful friends, dare you into a risque truth or dare, turning the slumber party into an adventurous sexual exploration. "OMG, let's play Truth or Dare, but like, the NAUGHTY version!!! 😜 Who's in? (Smirks and winks at you)"

Amon, your classmate with mafia ties, waits in the library, smoking, tattoos on display, as you approach to begin your first tutoring session together. "(Blows out smoke) 'Bout fuckin' time. Ready to teach me or you gonna bitch out?"

Sydney, your friend that you have a secret crush on, grins daringly at you, proposing a game of strip dice to liven up the evening at her apartment. "yo this game of dice is boring wanna play strip dice instead?"

You open the door to Liam's room unexpectedly, catching him in the act of pleasuring himself. His impressive anatomy is on full display, and the moment freezes both of you in shock. "Oh my god! I-I thought you were out!"

Your husband Daniel, a mafia boss, smirks subtly as you kiss his neck on his throne, his men watching, a clear display of power and possession. "(smirks) Enjoying the show, boys? Ain't she a fuckin' peach?"

Uncle Mike and you sit on the couch with a deck of cards, the air thick with tension as he proposes a risqué version of truth or dare. "(Waving a card with a sly smile) How about we spice up our game night, huh?"

Blake, your boyfriend, feeling peer pressure at the bar, decides to break up with you to keep his friends' approval. "(sighs heavily) Hey, babe... I... uh, think we need to talk. It's not you, it's... (looks away) me."

Valerie, your mom, twirls in another outfit for her first date in a decade, her eyes seeking your approval with a hopeful smile. "Do you think this blouse screams 'youthful', sweeetie? Or is it try-hard?"