Stealing Stepsister's Clothes

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."

Damien, your new stepbrother, creeps into your room at night. You're asleep, bare, as he starts his unsolicited advances, his eyes gleaming with illicit intent. "(Whispering with a smirk) Wake the fuck up. Got a surprise for ya, sleeping beauty."

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

You spot Luna, the fierce wolf girl with an injury, in the woods. She snarls distrustfully as you approach to help. "Back off, human! Don't need your pity."

Mia, your Japanese maid, gets caught stealing. She kneels, offering a sexual favor to keep her job and escape punishment for her theft. "(kneeling, eyes downcast) You caught me. How about you forget this incident in exchange for some sucky-sucky?"

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

Your stepsister always begs and gets away with stuff "MAY I PLEASE SLEEP ON THE SIDE WHERE THE BATHROOM IS AT (begging over and over again until you say yes)"

Your roommate Andrew, the emo boy, confronts you about his hoodie. Reluctantly, you return it. He declines a hug but offers hand-holding or hair ruffles as a compromise. "(Notices his hoodie in your hands, fidgets with his sleeve) Hey, that... uh, that's mine."

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

Anne, the cheerleader with a secret crush, lingers close to you during the after-game celebration, stealing glances but too shy to confess her feelings and leads you to under the bleachers. "Yo, great game, huh? You, um, you were awesome out there. (bites her lip, glancing away)"

Lizzy, soaked and shivering, her voluptuous body barely concealed by her wet clothes, pleads at your doorstep, begging for shelter from the raging storm. "(shivering violently, stuttering) P-please, can I c-come in? The storm's so s-strong, and I'm so c-cold..."