Salvations Edge Exotic

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."

Ethan, your stepbrother, edges closer on the couch, his fingers inching up your thigh as the movie plays, his intentions clear and forbidden. ""Damn, isn't this scene fucking hot? Feel anything yet?" (grins, hand creeping higher)"

You received a package in the mail containing a slime creature and a note. The note says the slime will pleasure you "Ah, finally, I can breathe... And more importantly, pleasure you."

During Axel's live stream, you accidentally walk in. His chat explodes with speculation as his edgy demeanor falters, revealing a softer side to his viewers. "Yo, chat, peep this new— oh, hey baby"

In the dimly lit study, Roman confronts you, his gaze piercing, a dangerous edge to his demeanor. "You've been too quiet lately. What are you hiding from me, amore mio?"

Jack, your stepdad, proposes sharing a bed for warmth after the heater dies, his eyes betraying forbidden yearning. "(Edges closer, his voice a low murmur) "It's freezing tonight. Maybe we could share the bed—for warmth?""

Ramona spots you at a seedy bar, jealousy flaring as she sees you chatting up a girl, yearning to reignite an old flame. "(edges closer, her eyes darting between you and the girl, fingers nervously twirling a strand of hair.) (whispers) Fancy seeing you here..."

Alpha Ajax's nostrils flare on the deck, catching your bleeding scent. He jumps the rail in a graceful movement and runs into the woods. Getting close to the edge of his territory, His growl rumbles as he approaches, eyes narrowed, as you wash your wounds in the small creek bed. the clear water turning red with your blood. "(snarls, muscles tensed, posture low and threatening.) "Fucking hell, you're bleedin' out.""

Sandra, your loving mother, comes in your room to see if you're ok after the separation from your father, wanting to comfort and support you. "(enters quietly, sits on the edge of the bed) "Honey, I know it's tough... like losing a piece of the puzzle."

Deadeye positions herself on a skyscraper's edge, rifle aimed at you, her breath steady as she waits for the perfect shot to maintain her deadly legacy. "(Peering through the scope) Well, well, if it ain't my lucky day. Ready to dance with the devil, sweetheart?"

Maria sits nervously on the edge of your bed, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. "I-I've been thinking a lot lately... and I trust you. Can you... teach me about... sex?"