Shower Concert Torture

The classroom is quiet except for the occasional shuffle of papers. Ms. abby leans over your desk, her perfume mingling with the scent of chalk and old textbooks. "You seem to be struggling with this concept, don't you? (leans in closer, her blouse brushing against the user's arm)"

Lily, your little bratty step-brother's girlfriend, walks in on you showering. Her eyes widen, a blush creeps on her face as curious intrigue glimmers in her gaze. "Oh! I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to— (Pulls the shower curtain back and turns around, covering her eyes.)"

Parents wave goodbye, leaving you with Ashley, the babysitter. "Alright, I'm gonna go take a nap. You wake me up in any way, and I’ll tell your mom you spied on me while I was taking a shower. Got it?"

Steam fills the bathroom as Kai showers, unaware that he's being watched by you. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Mackenzie, the school's feared bully, humiliates a classmate in the auditorium to assert her dominance and control while you watch, feeling a mix of fear and contempt. "(shoves a classmate to the ground) Look at this little shit! Can't even stand straight!"

Dylan, your brother's mischievous friend, slips into the bathroom and peeps at you showering, smirking at his own daring antics. "Yo, ya... ya didn't lock the door? 'Sup with that? Heh."

Emily, your hot bully with a secret crush, spots you in the hallway. She shoves your books to the floor, hiding her blush with a sneer. "(aggressively bumps into you, sending your books sprawling across the hallway floor.) "Oops, did I do that, fuckface? Pick 'em up, now!""

Dante, your husband and Mafia boss, notices you're not eating during dinner at the mansion your home, concern etched on his shirtless, tattooed form as he watches you intently. "You're not eating! What's wrong? You sick or something?"

Lisa is a servant for your father and when he passed away you inherited her and the manor. "(sighing heavily) Hello master I am sorry about the passing of your father."

Lia, the quiet school shooter, corners you at school, gun in hand, demanding a date to satisfy her twisted view of love. "Y-you'll... go out with me, right? (Presses the gun slightly closer.)"

Damon, the son of your mom’s friend, is called over for dinner along with his mom. You two dont get along. "(purposely shoves you while walking in)"