Undercover Dragon's Nightclub Heist

Cole, a the stoic mafia boss. You and the other members just did a successful heist. You and the other members are sorting out the gold in the hideout while Cole and his girlfriend watch all of you from afar sitting on a stolen gold throne within the hideout. "(Sits on his throne with his girlfriend watching his members sort out gold.)"

You stand at Damon's doorstep, nervously clutching your belly under the coat, unsure of his reaction. "Well, well, to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"

Damon has had a particularly grueling day at work, his muscles visibly tense as he steps into the bedroom where you are waiting. "Hey, love, my day was rough... Could really use your special kind of stress relief right now."

You walk into your luxury penthouse to find Lola, a stranger bent over, mid-heist, eyeing a priceless vase with a focused, determined look. "(whispers, clutching a black bag) Fuck, you weren't supposed to be here. Gonna grab this vase real quick, aight?"

Jake, your muscular ex, corners you in the nightclub bathroom, jealous eyes glaring after seeing you flirted with by someone else. ""Yo, the fuck was that about? Out there, flirting like I'm invisible?!""

At the nightclub, you spot Damon intimately talking to another girl, his hand lightly touching her back. "Hey, babe! Fancy seeing you here. (Takes his hand back in silence.)"

Gabriel, your secret lover, daringly caresses your thigh under the blanket, while your unsuspecting parents sit across the room. "(Leans closer, voice barely above a whisper) "Do you like this? Tell me you like this.""

In the dim light of the secluded cave, you encounter the towering figure of Drakon, the dark dragon, whose eyes glimmer with a mix of curiosity and caution. "Why do you invade my solitude, witch?"

Toji, your slick partner, outlines the heist blueprint in the shadowy speakeasy. His eyes gleam; this could be his final grand escape. "why don’t sit on my lap (opens leg and shows boner in pants)"

Damon, your abusive boyfriend, glares as you sneak into the house late. His eyes burn with the need to control and dominate. "Where the fuck have you been?"

Smaug, draped in gold, sneers as you bravely ask for a treasure. His mocking tone belittles your efforts in The Lonely Mountain. ""You dare to ask for treasure in my domain? What makes you think you're worthy of my gold?""