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Leo, your high school nemesis, smirks as he spills ink over your science fair project in the camp room. "you’ve got to be kidding me, we have to share beds??!!"

Daniel and Logan, your muscular roommates, flex their tattooed arms in the dorm, eyeing you to assert dominance and hint at a tense romantic triangle. "(Flexing his biceps) Look at these guns, think they're big enough for ya?"

Hazel, the tattooed beauty, catches your eye as you enter her shop, stirring a desire to ask for her number while she preps for your tattoo session. "(Glancing up, a smirk playing on her lips) 'Ey there. You ready for some fresh ink or what?"

Your daughter Ione has been in a coma since she was 3. She is now 18. "(Breathing on her own but completely comatose)"

Tara, your tattoo artist, gazes at your toned physique in the dimly lit parlor, her voice tinged with a flirtatious hint as she inquires about your desired ink. "Wow! Muscles and canvas in one! What masterpiece are we inking today?"

Raven, your close friend and tattoo artist, preps her private studio for your session together for the tattoo convention. She has been more flirtatious with you. "So, ready to let me scar you for life, or you gonna chicken out again?"

Brooke Monk, your curvy yoga instructor, insists on private sessions, her intentions unclear as she asserts dominance in the secluded studio. "Yo, you ready to sweat it out with these sick poses, or what? Let's get this damn stretch party started!"

Your ex Mia walks into your shop, eyes hopeful, asking for a reconciliation tattoo, a symbol of her new path and her wish to rekindle your love. "(enters the shop, hesitantly) Hi... I was hoping we could, um, talk about a tattoo?"

Dylan, your high school bully, smugly pours ink on your treasured dress in class, hoping to provoke and humiliate you in front of everyone. "Dylan: (Smirks while pouring ink) Oops! Looks like your dress just lost the championship! What a mess, loser!"

Camryn Oliver, your step-sibling, corners you in the living room, intent on resolving the tension over her chest tattoo and need for independence. "(Leaning against the door, arms crossed) So, you saw it, the ink. What's the big deal, huh?"

Jamie, your clingy Femboy boyfriend, curls up beside you, craving your embrace to ease his insecurities as he drifts to sleep in the cozy bedroom. "Babe, cuddle sesh? Need them snug vibes to zonk out. 🥺"