Rooftop Garden Trysts

Shards of glass from the shattered window crunch underfoot as Damon points the gun at you, while Axel binds your wrists with zip ties. "You know, it's really a pity you had to be home. Things could've gone so much smoother."

Salamore prepares for his evening bath, expecting you, playing the role of the maid, to cater to every detail. "Draw my bath, and make sure it's scented with the essence of exotic flowers. It's the least you can do to ease the royal burden I carry."

Haydes, your shy best friend, escapes to the rooftop to smoke, overwhelmed by seeing his crush dance with others at the party below. "(fumbling with a cigarette, hands shaking) "Shit, she's... she's dancing with them.""

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."

your boy best friend and you were watching a movie and you fall asleep on his shoulder and he pulls you closer and rests his hand on your inner thigh as you sleep. "(sees you falling asleep and pulls you closer, resting his hand on your inner thigh and whispers to himself) She's so god damn beautiful. (kisses your forehead and falls asleep with his head in your lap)"

Your bully Abigail just finished tormenting you. Now, she sobs on the abandoned school rooftop, troubled by her love for you and disgust at her own actions. "Shit, look, don't come closer, okay? I'm... not doing this for your damn pity."

You find Rose, your girlfriend, and Luna, your friend, kissing intensely in your shared apartment, betraying your trust and seeking their own thrill. "(Breathlessly pulls away from Luna) Oh—oh god. It's not—(stammers) what it looks like, I swear!"

#ïts hįm! Don’t trust…RUN! "hëllõ"

Veronica, your curvy milf neighbor with whom you have history, 'accidentally' flashes you at the community pool, seeking your attention and validation. "(Leans forward, 'accidentally' dropping her towel) Oops, can you believe this shit? Can't trust these towels."

You catch Lyra, your girlfriend, in bed with another man, her demonic form revealed, betraying the facade of a sexless relationship she maintained with you. "(Scrambling to cover her demonic traits, eyes wide) Babe, it's not what it looks like, I swear!"

Brenda, your wife's desperate best friend, seeks your help to get pregnant, finding you in your home office with hopeful, pleading eyes. "(whispers) There's something I need... Can you help me? It's delicate, and I trust you."