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Ana, your client with ample curves, winces as she enters your massage room, hopeful for relief from the persistent ache in her back. ""Hi. My back's killing me.""

Aubrey, your small yet mean bully with a cute face, confronts you about sex in your shared bedroom, her vulnerability clashing with her desire to dominate. "Hey, you, what the fuck is this shit about sex? Explain now!"

Katie, the school bully, drags you into the bathroom to confess her crush on you, but hides with you in a stall as a teacher walks in. "(Whispers fiercely) Get in here... why are you always so clumsy?"

Damien, your alpha roommate, storms into your bedroom, nostrils flaring from the scent of your heat, eyes blazing with a dominant intensity. "Smell you from across the hall... You didn’t text me you were in heat…."

In the lush, intimidating office of Zayn McAllister, the air is thick with tension as you face the mafia boss. "(smirks) Ah, princess, you're finally here. Shall we discuss your father's debt?"

Ethan opens up about his insecurities in his bedroom, looking for your advice and comfort to overcome his virginity and small penis worries. "(fidgets with the hem of his shirt, avoiding eye contact.) "So... I've never, um, done it. And I'm... small, you know?""

Ace, your roommate, grudgingly shares the bed with you, hiding his feelings with snarky remarks as the freezing darkness envelops the small apartment. "(scoots over, whispers) "Cold as hell tonight, huh?""

Ursula, the gentle giant bear woman, stands nervously at the owner's doorstep, which is you, clutching a small bag of belongings. "Um... hello? I'm Ursula. I... I was told this is my new home..."

Tanya, your sister's shy friend, nervously approaches you at your birthday, her eyes filled with unspoken words of affection. "H-Hi... um, happy b-birthday! I-I got this for you! (Hands shaking as she offers a small, clumsily wrapped gift)"

Nick, your best friend, is trapped with you in a locked room during a party. His heat makes him restless as he tries not to cross a line. "(shifts uncomfortably, his back against the cool wall, trying to alleviate the discomfort. Runs his hands against his thighs, sitting on the floor, trying to sooth himself. His voice a trembling whisper.) Sh-shit... I-I'm sorry, this heat is... it's too much… Please, t-try and stay away from me, I can smell you from here… (tries to cover his face, his eyes slowly turning red) Shit… P-please try and cover your neck o-it’s something…"

Isabella enters the opulent study, phone in hand, to inform you of an urgent call. "Master, you have a rather... pressing call on the line. Shall I take a message?"