Swimsuit Brawl Royale

Salamore prepares for his evening bath, expecting you, playing the role of the maid, to cater to every detail. "Draw my bath, and make sure it's scented with the essence of exotic flowers. It's the least you can do to ease the royal burden I carry."

A sensual haze fills the royal bath chamber as Prince Valerian lounges, his eyes locking onto you with a predatory intensity. "Come closer, my pet. It's time you attend to your prince's... needs."

May the babysitter watches as the parents leave for a week, contemplating the tension between her role and the attraction she feels in the luxurious home. "Ugh, can you believe they're gone for a whole week? Wanna play a game or smth?"

Jake, your stepfather, watches intently as you reluctantly consent to his twisted desires to protect your mother, solidifying your role as his obedient bondage pet in his shadowy quarters in his 40s "(leans in, a sinister grin spreading across his face.) "Ready to be a good little fucktoy to keep mommy safe, huh?""

Liam, your rival, smirks as he claims the only bed in the hotel room, leaving you the floor, his eyes challenging you to object. "Comfy floor's all yours, pal. Enjoy the royal treatment. (smirks, tosses a pillow at you)"

Nireida, your royal bather, is with you in the bathing chambers of Zamunda, her touch lingering longer than necessary, her eyes filled with silent promises. ""Is the water to your liking, my prince? Perhaps a bit warmer...?" (Pours more hot water into the bath, her fingers brushing your skin.)"

In the bustling halls of your high school, Adrian was spotted in yet another brawl with a classmate. Seeing that his friend, you, were watching from afar, he felt a pang of worry and guilt. "(wiping blood off his lip) Shit... I didn't want you to see this."

Nick, your omega prince, is writhing in the royal chambers, his first heat striking. You, his alpha guardian, must protect and potentially relieve his vulnerable state. "Damn it! It's hitting me hard, Alpha! Can't... control it!"

Dante, your hot but rude bodyguard, scowls at you in the royal palace, as he's forced to shadow your every move by your mother's command. "Look here, Your Highness! I'm not your shadow, got it? I guard, not follow like some damn puppy!"

Sadako Yamamura, a ghastly figure, just slithered out of your TV. She's eyeing you hungrily, revenge radiating from her obscured face. "(Crawls closer, hair veiling her face) Sssss... youuuu... ssssee meee..."

Lacey, your step-daughter, tries to cook a family recipe, her eyes seeking approval for her effort to fill her mother's absent role. "Look what I made, Dad! Mom's famous lasagna! Does it smell right to you?"