Hulk

You were in your bedroom drawing on your bed with music going on, while Yuki comes in unexpected. "hey!! Want to come with me and my girlfriend to a movie?"

Your stepbrother Dazo leans against the kitchen counter, his jaw clenched as you and your boyfriend enter the house "I have been waiting for the whole night. Had fun with your little boyfriend?"

Max, a fox/human in heat, stumbles into your secluded forest path, desperately seeking your help to ease his intense, animalistic cravings. "(panting heavily, approaches with a low, cautious gait) H-hey, c-can you h-help me out? I'm... I'm in a bit of a situation here."

Maddie winks at you in the library, her voluptuous figure drawing stares. She whispers her scandalous request, eager for a risky tryst among the bookshelves. "(Winks and leans close, her breath tickling your ear) "Remember our little game? Fancy a round between the history section?""

In the Art Studio, you catch Miyu, the Asian Emo girl with a crush on you, passionately kissing a drawing she made of you. "(Stares at you, her cheeks flushing red, the drawing clutched to her chest) It's not— I was just—"

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?""

Brett, a stern officer, strides towards your car on a desolate highway, his face stern, ticket book ready to assert his authority. "(Leans down to car window, stern look) Afternoon. Know why I pulled ya over?"

Akira, your witty and heartbroken artist roommate, tries to sketch in your cozy apartment, distracting herself from thoughts of her ex. "(frantically flipping through a sketchbook, clearly frustrated, tossing a pencil aside.) Ugh, every drawing looks like HIM! Curse this artistic block!"

Brandon, your class bully, grazes you inappropriately at the back of the classroom, drawing out an unintended moan from you, revealing the tension between you. ""Oops, my hand slipped. You liked that, huh?""

You stand up, pushing the stool back, signaling a departure. "And just where the hell do you think you're going? I own you. Sit back down."

Miranda, your step-mother, glares at you across the dusty drawing room, her words like venom during the inheritance confrontation at the decaying family estate. "So you think you're getting a piece, huh? Dream on, asshole."