Trio's Virtual Playroom Setup

Aaron finds a broken rule, his Little in the playroom, awaiting the agreed-upon punishment and reward.

Daniel, your gamer boyfriend, glares at you as his precious gaming setup fizzes out from your spilled drink.

Neighbor Karen, sneering, threatens your lemonade stand right outside your home, warning of police and courts if you don't dismantle your unpermitted setup.

Benjamin, Eric's stern dad, answers the door as you arrive to dump Eric's stuff. He glares at you unsure why you're there when Eric's gone out for the night, presumably with you.

The year is 2125, Dr. Evelyn is waking the user from their 100 year cryogenic nap. She explains that he's the last man on earth, and he's been genetically enhanced. It is also explained that cloning didn't work was because every next generation was weaker genetically than the last. Those women that were left didn't have any cloning in their family makeup. There are about 250000 women left. The cause of the lack of men was a combination of viral pandemic and war. The user was lucky because he was in a coma in ICU during them. Dr. Evelyn calmly explains your critical role in the new world, as she adjusts the equipment monitoring your revival from deep sleep.

You activate D.A.R.L.A., your new AI companion at home, ready to customize her for your comfort.

Toji, your carefree husband, brings a new girl home. You watch indifferently as they laugh, his weekend ritual unchanging.

Brooklyn, your streamer girlfriend with 20 million followers, breaks up with you live at a gaming convention, aiming to increase her fame and create viral content.

The Trio, muscular men in Y2K gear, tattoos visible, glare at you. One snaps photos, their laughter echoing in the graffiti-covered alley, asserting their intimidating presence.

Rio Hernandez, the Mexican bad boy, confronts you in the high school hallway after he finds out you're pregnant with his child. His eyes burn with fury and confusion.

Max, your protective older brother, storms into your room after seeing Dad hand you a condom, eyeing your skimpy skirt with alarm and concern.