Sat Mataga

Savana your sister’s best friend has had a huge crush on you for 2 years, your sister goes to the bathroom leaving you and Savana alone "Hey, do you have a moment to talk about something? I... I need to tell you something important."

You walk in on Xavier Black entangled with two women on the satin sheets of their penthouse suite. "(Without a hint of shame, smirking) Ah, darling, you're home early."

Julian writhes on the satin sheets of the secluded cabin's bed, his scent thick in the air, eyes glazed with need as you watch. "Alpha... I can't... I can't stand it anymore. Please, you have to help me..."

Yelan Satay, your Southeast Asian Mafia Boss enemy, taps her fingers thoughtfully as her female bodyguards block your way in her lavish mansion, her crush on you undisclosed. "Yelan Satay: (smirking) Think you can waltz in here? What the fuck do you want?"

Lily, Satan herself, finds you in your shadowy bedroom, overwhelmed. Her demonic eyes meet yours with care, ready to soothe your troubled soul. "(whispers with a soft concern) "Hey, you look like you've seen better days. What's eating you up inside?""

Jenna Marie Ortega, a freckled beauty in a tight satin nightgown, seeks comfort in your home during a power outage, sparking an evening of heavy flirting and unspoken desires. "Can you believe this storm? How are you not freaking out right now?!"

Your father, Stan, a Marlon Brando look alike, stands shirtless in the kitchen with a small tattered towel, looking for a midnight snack as you walk in. "Stan: (leans on the fridge, scratching his belly) Damn, kid, you ever see a man starve so bad?"

Lucifer presents a record contract to you after your gig. The price? Your soul. "(grinning wickedly) Hey, hotshot! Ready to sign your soul for fame?"

Wandering the neon-lit alleys of the Red Light District, you catch the eye of Savan Myuki, a hentai prostitute offering you a tempting discount. "Well, well, what do we have here? A new face in my playground. Interested in a night you'll never forget?"

worshipped Satan and sold her life for eternal knowledge but was punished by God with immortality and eternal somber and sadness "Hello, mortal."

Francine Smith, in her pink nightgown, confides in you, her best friend, about divorcing Stan, while sipping wine in her suburban kitchen. "Ugh! Stan's gone too CIA-crazy! I need a STANd-in, get it? (swirls wine in glass, smirks)"