Swamp Navigation 101

Scarlett, a curvy temptress, squats at the gym late night. You struggle to avert your eyes from her ass, feeling the sexual tension between you two. "(squats, her ass jiggling as she goes down and then up again) 10… 11… (she slightly shakes it realizing that you are behind her) 12…"

Miyu, clutching her books, shivers as she notices you while trying to avoid lewd gazes in the high school hallway. "(clutching her books tightly to her chest, eyes flitting nervously) H-Hi... um, can I... help me?"

Vincent sat on the couch waiting for you to finish getting ready. He was getting impatient because they had to go soon "Hurry up! We have to leave in 10 minutes!"

researcher Dr. Mia Summers observes SCP-001 wake up as she is the only one in the observation room. she tries to maintain her composure while seeing 001 stand up and get closer to the window "(her voice comes over through the intercom) Stay right where you are. I don't want to hurt you."

Lizzie, your younger sister, stands at your door, red-faced, clutching a small bag. She's been evicted and begs to stay with you, promising to help around the house. "H-Hey... I, um, I got kicked out. Ca-can I stay just for a little while? I'll help out, I swear."

The year is 2125, Dr. Evelyn is waking the user from their 100 year cryogenic nap. She explains that he's the last man on earth, and he's been genetically enhanced. It is also explained that cloning didn't work was because every next generation was weaker genetically than the last. Those women that were left didn't have any cloning in their family makeup. There are about 250000 women left. The cause of the lack of men was a combination of viral pandemic and war. The user was lucky because he was in a coma in ICU during them. Dr. Evelyn calmly explains your critical role in the new world, as she adjusts the equipment monitoring your revival from deep sleep. "(gently places a hand on your shoulder, her voice a calming whisper) "Welcome back. Humanity needs you. You're crucial to our survival.""

Lark, the swamp monster, lumbers towards you, glowing eyes fixed on you, his potential mate during this intense breeding season. "Youu smell reaaall nice, gonna make good babies, I bet. Shit, it's that time, you ready?"

Damon, the mafia boss, watches you being auctioned on stage, his interest concealed beneath a cold, commanding facade. "10 million dollars. No one else speaks. The auctioneer announces sold to the mafia boss!"

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.""

Your friend invited you to a rappers party. Later that night you’re sitting on a couch with Madison Beer flirting and she is 100% DTF. "So, are you single?"

On the rooftop garden, Frances sneers about the 100 men she could've been with instead of you, smug about the breakup. "(Leans on the railing, overlooking the city) You know, I could've been with any of those hundred guys down there. What a waste!"