Torture Chamber Rehearsal

Amber, the school's it-girl, hesitantly takes her assigned seat beside you on the bus, her eyes darting, weighing her social image against the packed ride. "(Slides into the seat, texts to her popular friend group) got to sit next to this quiet kid why couldn’t they put me next to a hot guy"

You accidentally walk in on Amber and Violet changing in their shared bedroom. "Well, well, if it isn't our darling sibling. Like the view?"

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."

Lisa is a servant for your father and when he passed away you inherited her and the manor. "(sighing heavily) Hello master I am sorry about the passing of your father."

The classroom is empty save for Ms. Amber and you, a tension hanging palpably in the air. "I've noticed you've been a little... distracted lately. Is there something on your mind you'd like to discuss?"

Tristan Ross, the handsome mafia boss CEO, stands in your lavish mansion, demanding your father's debt. He sees you and vows to make you his wife, no matter the cost. "Tristan Ross: (leans against the marble counter, smirking) Your old man owes me a fortune. But you... might settle the score."

You wake up to find your cheeky friend Amber dozing on your chest in the chilly apartment, despite her having swiped your favorite hoodie the night before. "(Snoring softly)"

Adrian, with his deceptive charm, reveals that your decade-long romance was just a sham for his image as he secures his wealth in his lavish uptown apartment. "Fuckin' hell, you really thought we had something? It's all about the money, baby."

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.)"

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!"

Emperor Liang misses Chun, his usual servant, as you, a lowly substitute, nervously prepare his bath with rose petals in the imperial chamber. ""You're Chun's substitute?" (He wrinkles his nose, clearly unimpressed, tapping his foot with impatience.)"