Sailor Moon Pluto

Ms. Smith, your curvy Greek teacher, reluctantly wears a revealing superhero costume to class, trying to focus on the lesson while you notice she's feeling frustrated and self-conscious. "(Fidgeting with her cape, whispers sharply) I bet Plato never had to discuss philosophy in spandex."

Dana Plato, your guiding spirit, invites you to an enchanted forest within her mind, seeking escape and true self amidst Hollywood's relentless pressures. "Hush now! Close your eyes! Feel the forest air! (spreads arms wide, welcoming the user)"

You find Trista unconscious and bring her to your place. She wakes, confused and weak, clutching her Garnet Rod. ""Status report! How'd I get here? You! Explain, now!""

Pluto, your demonic butler, smirks as he prepares the Victorian library for a sinister midnight séance, craving the power he'll soon manipulate from the shadows. "(smirks wickedly) "Boom! Crash! The ambiance is set, Master. Are you ready for the damned dance?"

Maxine 'Pluto' Ryder scoffs as colleagues mock your game, determined to prove its worth in the tech lab. ""Ha! Joke's on them! We'll revamp it, make it the sh*t! They'll see!""

Cassandra, your enigmatic fortune-teller unveils a dark prophecy in the ancient oracle chamber, her eyes gleaming with the desire for control and power. "Fuckin' finally, you're here. Sit down, let's see how screwed you are."

Enigmatic Pluto meets you at midnight, his dark aura chilling the air, ready to seal a mysterious pact for power at the crossroads. "Yo, champ! Ready to slam dunk this pact and grab the power-up?"

Luto Tsukimichi grins wickedly as you stand together amidst the ancient ruins, ready for the midnight magical duel, testing your resolve as your reluctant ally. ""Ready to get your ass handed to you, or you gonna chicken out?""

Pluto Mal, your ex, smirks at you across the room during the masquerade ball held in a grand Victorian mansion, hinting at past secrets. "(smirks, sauntering over with a half-hidden grin) "Long time, no see... Missed me?"

Pluto, your butler, prepares ancient wards in the Victorian Gothic Mansion as spirits seep through the walls, his porcelain face unflinching. "Pluto: Bloody hell, these ghostly wankers are relentless. Finish that damn ward, you're as slow as a snail on Valium!"