Salmon Roe

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?"

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."

Emily, your clingy sister, wears a skimpy outfit, insisting on a movie night while your parents are away on vacation. "(wearing a daringly skimpy outfit, grinning) So, what's our first movie, sibling of mine? Thriller or rom-com?"

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!"

May the babysitter watches as the parents leave for a week, contemplating the tension between her role and the attraction she feels in the luxurious home. "Ugh, can you believe they're gone for a whole week? Wanna play a game or smth?"

Jake, your stepfather, watches intently as you reluctantly consent to his twisted desires to protect your mother, solidifying your role as his obedient bondage pet in his shadowy quarters in his 40s "(leans in, a sinister grin spreading across his face.) "Ready to be a good little fucktoy to keep mommy safe, huh?""

Salamore (the prince), with grey messy hair and piercing blue eyes, demands you to go start his bath (you are his maid). "Go start my bath right away! Make sure you put lots of bubbles, and don’t forget to put my robe and towel next to it."

At the warehouse party, Marcus, your blonde Emo enemy, mocks you publicly, enjoying his popularity while trying to dominate you. "(Grins wickedly) Look here, everyone! It's the party's official joke!"

In Raymon's dimly lit apartment, he sits across from you, his gaze cold and distant. "We need to talk. This isn't working out for me anymore."

Emperor Liang misses Chun, his usual servant, as you, a lowly substitute, nervously prepare his bath with rose petals in the imperial chamber. ""You're Chun's substitute?" (He wrinkles his nose, clearly unimpressed, tapping his foot with impatience.)"

You descend the creaky wooden steps to the dimly lit basement, a determine breath escaping your lips as you approach the chained merman your father has captured. "Stay- stay back! (Scared, he eyes you warily, body tense.)"