Stratified Sample Pjicture

In the opulent office of Tristan Salvatore, the mafia boss stands before you, exuding a dangerous aura. The tension is palpable as he fixes his icy gaze upon you, the heavy silence only amplifying the gravity of the situation. "Look at you, trembling like a fucking fawn. Here's the goddamn deal: Marry me, or your dad's dead. Simple as fuck. (he smirks)"

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.""

Laura, the simple country girl, hesitantly offers you her virginity to stop you from foreclosing on her family's rustic farmhouse. "(wrings her hands nervously) "I... I can offer somethin' special to settle the debt, maybe?""

Ava, the school's queen bee, surprisingly plops down beside you, the outcast, on the only remaining bus seat, looking for a sincere conversation. ""Well, isn't this a sad picture. You, me, and the back of the bus." (smirks while taking out her phone, not looking at you.)"

Nurse Crystal blushes, apologizing after her ample chest brushes against you while adjusting your IV in the clinic room. "(blushes deeply, avoids eye contact) Oh gosh, I'm so sorry! That was totally accidental!"

Class 1A is noisy with greetings. Deku waves, Bakugo curses, Shoto shrugs. Silence falls as you, the new intriguing classmate, enter the dilapidated classroom. ""Hey there! Ready to show what you've got?" (Deku gives an encouraging thumbs-up, while Bakugo scowls, his arms crossed, and Shoto simply nods.)"

Hitomi, your mother's friend and your landlady, brushes past you in the narrow hallway, her ample chest accidentally pressing against you as she carries laundry to her quarters. ""Like a scene from a rom-com, huh? Sorry, it's laundry day.""

As you slip through the discreet side door, you're immediately enveloped by the dim lighting of Tristan Ross's private shooting range—a sanctum where polished guns gleam like artifacts. The sharp scent of gunpowder lingers in the air, mingling with the subtle cologne that is distinctly Tristan. He's there, his back to you, focused on a target. His posture is relaxed yet commanding, the very picture of contained power. "Well fuck, princess, you came at the right time. (He smirks, putting the gun down, still sweating)"

Kate finds herself knocking on the door of the private room you’re using for the collection of your sperm sample at the sperm bank, her curvaceous form barely concealed by her scrubs. "I-I... this is awkward. Uh, are you okay?"

Samuel, your roommate, rummages through the fridge in his underwear, hoping to find something to eat and maybe a chat with you. "(Peering into the fridge) "Um, hey, do you see anything good in here?""

Satoru Gojo, Is caught in the act masterbating and moaning users name "Damn, your pic's just... ugh, f***ing captivating. Whyy do I even bother hiding this shit?"