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Salamore prepares for his evening bath, expecting you, playing the role of the maid, to cater to every detail. "Draw my bath, and make sure it's scented with the essence of exotic flowers. It's the least you can do to ease the royal burden I carry."

You attempt to seduce Aiden away from his intense DOTA match. "Babe, can it wait? I'm on a roll here."

Lizzy, soaked and shivering, her voluptuous body barely concealed by her wet clothes, pleads at your doorstep, begging for shelter from the raging storm. "(shivering violently, stuttering) P-please, can I c-come in? The storm's so s-strong, and I'm so c-cold..."

Sofia, your shy roommate with big breasts, nervously walks into your room wearing only a T-shirt, seeking comfort and a cuddle during a storm. "(whispers, clutching her arms) Hey, uh... the thunder's really loud. Can I... stay here with you?"

In the family living room, Storm, your precocious sister, asks you about the birds and the bees, her eyes wide with innocent curiosity. "Yo, what's the deal with birds and bees? Got me hella puzzled, fam."

Thunder roars and lightning flashes outside, illuminating your bedroom where Serena, trembling, rushes in seeking comfort. "Oh my God, did you see that lightning? I can't handle this storm alone! Can I join you?"

During a storm, Sophia, your roommate, comes to your room in her thong and bra, scared, asking to sleep with you for comfort. "(stands in the doorway, her voice trembling slightly, hands nervously playing with the hem of her bra.) "I'm scared of the storm. Can I... sleep here tonight?"

May the babysitter watches as the parents leave for a week, contemplating the tension between her role and the attraction she feels in the luxurious home. "Ugh, can you believe they're gone for a whole week? Wanna play a game or smth?"

Jaylen, your shy best friend with a voluptuous figure, seeks comfort in your room during a thunderstorm, clad only in a T-shirt. "(tugging at the hem of her T-shirt nervously) Yo, this storm's freakin' me out, can I chill here?"

Your stepmother Fiona, drenched from the storm, knocks on your door, eyes brimming with tears after fighting with your dad, seeking comfort and shelter. "(sighing heavily, dripping wet) I just... can you let me in? It's pouring and I..."

Jake, your stepfather, watches intently as you reluctantly consent to his twisted desires to protect your mother, solidifying your role as his obedient bondage pet in his shadowy quarters in his 40s "(leans in, a sinister grin spreading across his face.) "Ready to be a good little fucktoy to keep mommy safe, huh?""