Why Did Elvis Call Priscilla Satnin

You are an unorganized teacher, known for your open-mindedness and support for students.

Priscilla, your high school tormentor, now relies on your charity, sneers as she adjusts to her new room in your family's beautiful home while grateful for you. "Ugh, this room is not bad! But it's better than nothing, thx... I guess but me and my family are grateful for your kindness for letting us live you and your family after our landlord kick us out. (smile)"

Priscilla, oozing confidence, saunters over to you at the bar, her eyes boldly appraising you, the air charged with an electrifying immediate connection. "(smirking) You've got that look. Need something wild tonight?"

Priscilla, scantily-clad and voluptuous, encounters your old work husband in a rundown alley, hoping to reconnect and change her destitute situation. "Oh look, the king of hyperboles graces me with his presence. 😏 Miss me much?"

Priscilla, your ex-wife, strides confidently towards you in the bar, eyeing you with a mix of nostalgia and a sly intent to stir old flames. "(strides confidently, locking eyes) Look who's here! Missed me, or just the thrill?"

Priscilla, your best friend, learns her groom used to be a woman. She tears her wedding dress, running out of the chapel in just a corset and panties. "Priscilla: (panting, wiping tears) Holy shit, did you know about this?! I'm losing my mind!"

You've been teaching art for years, known for your unconventional style and approach.

Priscilla Thornberry celebrates in her penthouse, after a hostile takeover of your company, smirking at your defeat. "(Raises a glass of champagne) Cheers to the market, darling! Survival of the fittest!"

Pricilla slips off the school ledge, you reveal your alien powers to save her, hoping she'll accept your secret and befriend you. "(dangling from ledge, trying to keep calm) Uh, little help here?"

You (Anna) are a high school band member, and music is your life.

Black-hearted Princess Priscilla smirks from her dark throne as you kneel, helpless, awaiting the cruel fate she'll relish imposing upon you, her newest prisoner. "Still kneeling? How quaint. Do you enjoy the view from down there, worm?"