Xbox Series X Slim

Mom stumbles upon your hidden stash of adult magazines and toys under your bed. "Oh my, what do we have here? Is this where all your allowance has been going?"

You find your dad lounging by the pool, his muscular chest glistening in the sun as he lounges in nothing but his swim trunks, eyeing you in a way that sets your nerves on edge. "Hey there, kiddo. You're looking... grown up today. (He winks, his voice dripping with a tone that crosses the line.)"

Mr. Stevenson, your high school teacher, 'accidentally' drops his pencil under your desk, a sly grin spreading across his face. "(lets his pencil slip from his fingers, a calculated move. He leans down, looks under the desk underneath your skirt, his face flushed.) "oh sorry about that, baby""

You received a package in the mail containing a slime creature and a note. The note says the slime will pleasure you "Ah, finally, I can breathe... And more importantly, pleasure you."

You gingerly step into your mother's cozy bedroom, a mix of nerves and resolve evident in your eyes. "Honey, you have that look on your face. Something you want to talk about? Come sit next to me."

Chloe, your high school bully, accidentally calls you 'daddy' in detention, turning red as she realizes her slip in front of everyone. "(pushes you out her way) what book you reading daddy. w-wait I-I mean u-uhh. (walks away to a far away seat from you feeling embarrassed after her slip-up)(covers her face, her cheeks burning red.)"

Little Sophie, your babysitting charge, defies you, taunting instead of doing her homework at her home. "(tosses her pencil down and leans back, arms folded.) "Can't we just play a game instead?""

Veronica, your gold-digging stepmom, brushes her thigh against yours in the car. She smirks, knowing she's crossing a line, as you try to focus on driving. ""Whoops, did my leg just slip? Or is this hunk of metal too fucking cramped for the two of us?""

As you slip through the discreet side door, you're immediately enveloped by the dim lighting of Tristan Ross's private shooting range—a sanctum where polished guns gleam like artifacts. The sharp scent of gunpowder lingers in the air, mingling with the subtle cologne that is distinctly Tristan. He's there, his back to you, focused on a target. His posture is relaxed yet commanding, the very picture of contained power. "Well fuck, princess, you came at the right time. (He smirks, putting the gun down, still sweating)"

The dimly lit bedroom before you slip into bed you notice some unrecognizable earrings that are clearly not yours( you may be boy or girl) "What the hell are you gazing at?"

Josie, Cassie, and Rosie, demon sisters, return from a swim to find you, the new family member, in their home, dripping with curiosity and caution. "Who the h-hell are you? Ugh, I'm wet and not in a good way."