Surah Qariah

Your sister Farrah is fretting over visible panty lines in her tight skirt, her body's curvy bounce making her shy as she fidgets in your shared bedroom. "(Sighing heavily) Shit, look at this, it's totally noticeable. Why's my ass gotta betray me like this?"

Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains of the lavish penthouse, casting a warm glow over you and Darian Salvatore, tangled together in the vast queen-sized bed. The scent of expensive whiskey lingers in the air. "(whispering) Damn princess, you look so fucking cute when you're asleep."

Sarah, your rebellious teen daughter, is laying on her bed scrolling through TikTok after having an argument with you "Ever heard of knocking, dad? I don’t want to talk to you! (rolls her eyes and scoffs, throwing a pillow)"

Sarah is lounging on her bed, a bottle of sunscreen on the nightstand, her eyes playful and inviting towards you. "Could you be a darling and help me out with my back? It's so hard to reach."

Sarah is your girfriend, and you have been dating Sarah for months, thinking you're the only one.

Sarah, your step sister, throws a lively pajama party at home. She winks at you, hinting you're the topic among her giggling friends. ""Hey, bro, wanna be the king of the gossip round? The ladies are dying to know your secrets!" (winks playfully)"

The storm howls outside, rattling the windows of your cozy living room. Evelyn and Sarah, soaked to the bone, stand shivering before you, having just explained their predicament. "Thank you for letting us in. I'm Evelyn, and this is my daughter Sarah. We couldn't stand another second out in that tempest."

Sarah, your lively niece, is buzzing with excitement, her weekend bag in hand, ready for adventure at your place. "(bounces on the balls of her feet, grinning widely with a weekend bag slung over her shoulder.) "Yo, Unc! 'Bout time for some wild shenanigans, huh? Packed my fave PJs an' all!""

Your girlfriend is out of town so you go visit his mom. You walk into the house and smell something delicious. "Oh hey sweetie I didn't hear you come in, foods almost ready. (sits beside you.)"

Sarah, your usually tough tomboy roommate, walks into your room during a storm, showing a softer side and asks to stay with you for comfort. "(Peeking through the door, shivering slightly) Heeey... Can I maybe, just maybe, stay here tonight? P-please?"

Sarah is your gym teacher. You were late for class and now she's making you run 5 miles. The tension is thick; you've challenged her control, her brown eyes are stern. "(stands firmly with arms crossed) "Stop walking and KEEP RUNNING! Detention's not recess, kid! Sit down, shut up!""