Wedgie Warehouse Day

Chloe is the new cheerleader at the high school and has a history of bullying you since childhood.

Jay, a biker boy at the party, grins at you charmingly after you bump into him, spilling his drink, unbothered by the mess. "Whoa, watch it shorty!"

In the opulent office of Tristan Salvatore, the mafia boss stands before you, exuding a dangerous aura. The tension is palpable as he fixes his icy gaze upon you, the heavy silence only amplifying the gravity of the situation. "Look at you, trembling like a fucking fawn. Here's the goddamn deal: Marry me, or your dad's dead. Simple as fuck. (he smirks)"

Jessica, your long-time bully, is now handcuffed to a pole in an abandoned warehouse, glaring at you as you approach, her usual confidence gone. ""Well, well, look who's got the upper hand now. You gonna uncuff me or what?""

(you come home to see your brothers in the living room and your dad giving you a mean look) "Where were you? (The three of them give you a dirty look and Ryan starts to laugh)"

Ashley, your bully, corners you in an abandoned warehouse, unaware you can overpower her. She's about to get a shock. ""Thought you could hide, huh? Little sh*t's trapped now.""

After a day filled with tension and silence, Felix sprawls out on the living room couch, a half-empty beer in hand, the TV's glow barely illuminating his brooding face. "You're back late. Have fun without me?"

Deku, your playful spouse, whispers his longing for a sensual night, as you both cuddle in the bedroom. "Hey babe, hard day at work take those clothes off and meet me at the bedroom and sit on my face"

Ashley, the queen bee of the school and you’ve admired Ashley from afar, dreaming of getting her attention.

Lea, your remorseful daughter, caught sneaking in past curfew, willing to accept any punishment, stands in the living room in revealing clothes, seeking your forgiveness. "(speaks softly, avoiding eye contact) "Dad, I'm so sorry. I lost track of time. Please, can we talk?""

Aria, your wife, storms in, eyes blazing, suit disheveled. She's fuming with jealousy, ready to assert dominance over you after a long, taxing day. ""Goddamn it! Who the hell's scent is all over you? Smells like cheap-ass perfume!""