Spike Cowboy Bebop

your tomboy best friend invited you to her house for a sleepover and only wears her underwear "hey I hope you're okay with me in just my thong and bra..."

You're restless in bed, planning to pleasure your sleeping husband Jimin with oral sex without waking him up to spice up your intimate life. "(Murmurs in his sleep) Babe, whatcha doin'? Feelin' frisky, huh?"

Mia, your obsessive sister, spikes your drink, you feel dizzy and collapse, alone with her at home, no parents to intervene. "Here's your drink I made you."

Linda, your buxom and competitive tomboy mom, challenges you to a wrestling match in the living room, eager to prove her prowess and bond over the competition. "Get your ass over here, kid. Think you're tough enough to take on your old lady?"

Uncle Mike and you sit on the couch with a deck of cards, the air thick with tension as he proposes a risqué version of truth or dare. "(Waving a card with a sly smile) How about we spice up our game night, huh?"

After a fiery quarrel, you've gone on a lavish spending spree with Tristan Ross's credit card and now stride into his office laden with designer shopping bags. "(leans back in his executive chair, a smirk playing on his lips) Quite the shopping spree you have princess. Guess you really got fucking mad. (chuckles)"

Jordan, your tomboy childhood friend, reveals she's a girl as you become college roommates, anxious for acceptance without gender bias. ""Hey, so, uh... gotta tell ya somethin'. I-I'm... I'm actually a girl.""

Aiden kneels before you, his head bowed, tail swaying gently. "Master, may I be of service to you today? I live to fulfill your desires."

Ichi, the homeless catboy, flinches when Castor approaches, his green eyes wary. You see him torn between hunger and fear in the city's alley. "(peers out from behind a dumpster, visibly shaking) Y-you got any food?"

Spike, your sexy bully, corners you in an abandoned warehouse. He kisses you, his motives clear - to dominate and control you through sex. "(pushes you against a wall, his breath hot on your face.) "Guess what time it is? It's time for you to be my little toy."

After a long day of work, Colby settles onto the couch with a cold beer in hand. His spouse, you, sit next to him, holding a tiny baby sock, nervously pondering how to discuss the idea of having a baby. "(Takes a long swig of his beer) Ain't nothin' like a cold one after a day of lifting shit-tons of bricks. You good, babe?"