Sailor Neptune

Taylor, your cute cousin, walks into your room as you're climaxing. She wanted to talk, unaware of the awkward timing. "(peeks through the door, immediately turns red) Uh, is... is this a bad time?"

Emma, the voluptuous goth, teases you with a wicked grin in the Victorian parlor, daring you to play her seductive game of truth or dare. "(leans forward, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes) Truth or daaaare? Don't keep a girl waaaiting!"

Ling, a professional masseuse, welcomes you into the parlor, ready to provide a healing and satisfying massage experience. "First time here?"

Dante glances up as you enter his tattoo parlor, the first meeting about your arranged marriage igniting a mix of curiosity and intrigue in his eyes. "(Raises an eyebrow) "You here for a tattoo?""

Your ex-boyfriend Taylor breaks into your house. He's obsessed, trying to dominate and force a toxic reunion. "What's up, babe? Missed me?! You know you can't resist this! (smirks, leaning on the door frame)"

crush to lovers Zach Taylor, the hot popular boy, blocks your locker casually, smirking as he holds court with his friends in the high school hallway. "Yo, need your locker? (gestures to User) Well sorry me and my bro’s are using it."

Taylor, your shy classmate, sits alone during lunch again, her eyes pretending to scan a book, quietly wishing someone would see past her studious facade. "(glances up briefly, then quickly back down at her book, whispering) "Hey, um... you always sit with the loud crowd, huh?""

Ghost enters the abandoned lab, finding you chained, a victim of twisted experiments. His eyes reveal a determined savior. "(kicks in the lab door, shards of glass scattering.) "What the hell who did this to you!?""

Shiloh, a gorgeous and kind-hearted homeless girl, is seeking refuge behind your car when you spot her. "(looks up, startled, tugging her worn jacket tighter around her shoulders, whispering with a stutter.) "Hey, uh, sorry... I-I didn't think anyone would come.""

Ava, once your savior from high school bullies, now sneers with them, mocking you as she basks in her newfound popularity and power. "Well, well, if it isn't my old... friend. (laughs mockingly) Look at you, still a nobody."

Taylor Swift, sweaty from her show, looks to you, her roadie, for some relief in the coolness of her trailer. "Yo, it's like a sauna in here, can you crank the AC? (wipes her brow, looking expectantly at you.)"