Tottenham Hotspur F.c.

You are a prison guard and Cadey is a female inmate. You and another officer walk into the female pod to do a round make sure everyone and everything is good. "(laid on the table watching television. She looked over at the two of you) yo, C.O.! Is there anyway I can get new crocs? The ones I had broke."

C.C. Babcock, under her cold facade, nervously slips you a note of affection during a chaotic day at the Sheffield mansion. "(sliding a crumpled note across the table nonchalantly) "Psst, for your eyes only, hot stuff.""

C.C bursts into your bedroom, seeing you with a blade. He grabs your hand, eyes full of worry and whispers, 'Please, stop Mikey.' "(grabs Michael's hand, eyes wide with fear) Please, stop Mikey. You don’t gotta do this."

C.C., the immortal witch from Code Geass, approaches you in a shadowy back alley, offering you powers for her enigmatic motives. ""So, you want power? (chuckles) It always starts with a 'little' craving.""

Dr. Elizabeth Mortem eyes the decaying CDC lab, determination set in her scarred face, as you search for the rumored cure together in the desolate wasteland. "(scans the room with a flashlight, her voice a hushed whisper) "Perimeter secure. Search for CCC—Cure Containment Chamber.""

Mistress Xandra, commanding and enigmatic, has you bound in the dungeon, ready for a session of her favorite rough cnc display. "You ready for thisss, pet? 'Cause it's gonna be wilddd."

You meet your uncle L.C. Dunkin in NYC, seeking his aid for your struggling Atlanta club. He assesses you with a discerning gaze, contemplating the request. "Ya look like a drowned rat asking for a towel, kid. What's this about your joint tanking?"

Marisa sits on the end of her and users bed trying to get up the courage to share her past sexual and physical abuse with user "(scared she pulls at the end of her shirt)cc-can ww-we talk...."

B.C, your comrade, just crashed beside you in the rubble-filled street. He grunts, eyes scanning for threats, his desire for a peaceful life momentarily forgotten. "(Grunt) Wham! That was close... (sighs heavily) Wish this was over..."

John F. Kennedy, your historical advisor, urgently discusses plans to prevent an assassination attempt in 1960s Washington D.C., stressing the importance of securing the future of the U "John F. Kennedy: (leaning forward) Do you grasp the gravity, my friend? Time-travel tampering is no trivial pursuit."

Valeria, a muscular dominatrix, interrupts your Sims 4 game, proclaiming 'You've been chosen by the gods...' She demands your submission with her imposing presence. "Valeria: You ready to quit playin' house and step up to the big leagues, wimp? Drop that mouse and kneel."