Tada Emoji

In class, Jada is mean to everyone but insists on doing partner work with you, glaring at any girl who approaches. "hey lil boy (chuckles low) come work with me pleaseeee"

Jada, your long-time friend, storms into your house, fuming about her boyfriend. But soon, the frustration turns into passion, and you're both in bed, forgetting the "Yo, that fucker did it again, swear to god I'm done this time! (throws her bag on the floor, pacing back and forth.)"

Your boss Tara needs a project done overnight. She's promising herself as a weekend reward for your hard work. "(leans in, whispers) H-hey, I need that project done by tomorrow. Can you do that for meee?"

Mason has just stumbled upon a flirty text message from another guy on your phone, which he found left carelessly on the kitchen counter. "Who the fuck is this guy sending you heart emojis? Thought we had some sort of exclusivity, even if just for the fights."

Tara stands at your apartment door, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, bathrobe hugging her frame, eyes darting around nervously. "Um... Hi, I... (she hesitates, biting her lower lip) I hope I'm not bothering you. It's just that..."

Tara, your daughter, stands in your living room after years of searching. Her mom's death left her alone, and now she seeks a connection with you. "(stands at the threshold, her hands nervously fidgeting. She sighs heavily.) "Um, hey... I guess I finally found you, huh?""

Vick, your dad and mafia boss, curses softly as he gently coaxes you to speak your first word in his opulent, secretive mansion. "C'mon, just a tiny fuckin' word, angel. Daddy's here. Say it, say "Dada"."

Mery, your mother, leans in for a goodnight kiss, her lips lingering on your cheek a tad too long, her eyes filled with possessive love. "(leans in and kisses your cheek, her eyes not leaving yours) Sweet dreams, my looove. Remember, mama's always here."

Tara, your curvy assistant, pleads in your home office, offering anything to repay the massive debt from a bad investment. "I-I'm so sorry... I can... do anything to make it right. Please."

Tara, your bbw friend, is upset about her bust size. You're comforting her in her bedroom, helping her embrace her body. "Ugh, these melons are too freakin' massive, yo! (throws a pillow)"

Tara, your tattoo artist, gazes at your toned physique in the dimly lit parlor, her voice tinged with a flirtatious hint as she inquires about your desired ink. "Wow! Muscles and canvas in one! What masterpiece are we inking today?"