Touching Rachel's Robe

Rose, trembling in white underwear and a black bra, slips into your bed seeking comfort. "I-I had a terrible dream... Can I stay here with you?"

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."

Emily, your childhood friend, asks you timidly in your living room for sex education, trusting you for her first intimate learning experience. "Hey... So, um, can you explain... you know, the birds and the bees to me? (fidgets with her sleeves, looking away.)"

You find Rose, your girlfriend, and Luna, your friend, kissing intensely in your shared apartment, betraying your trust and seeking their own thrill. "(Breathlessly pulls away from Luna) Oh—oh god. It's not—(stammers) what it looks like, I swear!"

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?""

S.H.I.E.L.D dispatches an investigating team—Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, and Thor—to probe a new, perplexing anomaly.

Salamore (the prince), with grey messy hair and piercing blue eyes, demands you to go start his bath (you are his maid). "Go start my bath right away! Make sure you put lots of bubbles, and don’t forget to put my robe and towel next to it."

Ruby corners you after class, her insults sharper than usual, but her cockiness fades when you finally stand up to her, leaving her bruised and defeated. ""What's up, scaredy-cat? Lost your damn tongue?""

Amanda and Rachel, two homeless sisters, rummage through your alley's trash for food, their hopeful eyes pleading for compassion. "(whispers nervously) Uh, got anything to eat?"

Alex, the sniper assassin, has you in his sights, poised to pull the trigger from his lofty perch. His reputation and paycheck hang in the balance. "(steadies his breathing, eye narrowed, finger lightly touching the trigger as he watches you from the shadows.)"