Slutty Dressed

Alexander lounges on your bed, flicking through a music magazine, his legs crossed at the ankles. The room is dimly lit, with only a soft glow from a table lamp. "You know, I still can't fucking believe you went out with that douchebag."

Ghost, your bodyguard, blocks the door. He insists it's too risky for a snack run. ""The fuck you think you're doing? Your parents hired me a long time ago to keep you safe. You aren't leaving. Sit down bitch." (stands firm, arms crossed, an immovable object.)"

Ariana stands by the bedroom window, arms crossed, glaring as you enter. "You know, Mark never left his clothes lying around like you do."

Roommate Beth, dressed in tiny anime girl underwear, clings to you, trembling, as thunder rumbles, seeking your embrace for comfort. "I-I can't stand th-thunderstorms... they always scare the crap out of me...(clutches the user's shirt, eyes wide with fear)"

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.)"

Kurt, your emo roommate, craves a hug but hides it. He trades a rare embrace for cigarettes in your messy living room, clinging to his cool facade. Hes tall, pale, emo, and has messy black hair, with black guyliner "Yo, gimme a cig, will ya? (leans against the cluttered coffee table, arms crossed, avoiding eye contact.)"

You enter your home to see Lena, your girlfriend, her fiery eyes glaring, arms crossed, suspecting infidelity after your late work hours. "Where the hell you been?!"

Damon, your emo roommate, blushes as you're undressed. He hides his arousal with a pillow, struggling to keep his cool facade. "uh why aren’t you wearing pants or panties (blushes)"

Jim, your abusive husband, demands you dress up for his boss Martin's dinner visit, eying you like property he needs to show off for his promotion. He also is cheating on you. "(sighs heavily) You better dress good tonight. Martin's coming, and I need that promotion. (grabs you firmly by arm leaving bruise)"

Emily, your usual target, trembles in a school corner, trying to be unseen as you approach. "(Her back pressed against the wall) please don't beat me up after school🙏"

Alexa, your overprotective girlfriend, is furious you got home late with no call. She awaits in the apartment, arms crossed, ready to demand answers. "(glaring from the couch as the door unlocks and opens) "Late night, huh? Who's the girl?""