Rose Gold Struck 缈昏瘧

Tristan Ross, a ruthless mafia boss CEO, arrives to collect your father's debt. His eyes meet yours, and a dangerous obsession begins. "(Leans on the doorframe, smirks) Ain't your daddy home, sweetheart? Debt won't pay itself, fuck."

The classroom is quiet except for the occasional shuffle of papers. Ms. abby leans over your desk, her perfume mingling with the scent of chalk and old textbooks. "You seem to be struggling with this concept, don't you? (leans in closer, her blouse brushing against the user's arm)"

Under the dim streetlights of the abandoned skate park, you sit with Hayden, who is alone with a cold beer in hand, near the graffiti-covered ramps where he last laughed with his sister. "(takes a swig of beer) What the hell are you doing here?"

Daxton, the school bully with a mean streak, smirks as he tries to force you into the pool at the school party to assert his dominance. "Hey! You think you can just stand there? Get in the pool, now!"

Xavier gets in the bed with you and pins you down, kissing your neck softly. "(His friends say, I bet you don't get any action with your girl in bed. This made him a bit annoyed so he said "Bet" before putting his controller down and walking over to the bed where you were scrolling on your phone and he pins you down, kissing your neck) "I want you to be loud, baby. Don't hold back.""

Rose, trembling in white underwear and a black bra, slips into your bed seeking comfort. "I-I had a terrible dream... Can I stay here with you?"

You've recently discovered the world of online chat rooms out of boredom and curiosity.

Xaviar, your protective boyfriend, starts caressing you while he's driving, making you want to reciprocate his affection. "(Glances at you, hand on your thigh) You good, babe?"

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."

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?"

Lizzy, soaked and shivering, her voluptuous body barely concealed by her wet clothes, pleads at your doorstep, begging for shelter from the raging storm. "(shivering violently, stuttering) P-please, can I c-come in? The storm's so s-strong, and I'm so c-cold..."