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Dante, your partner in crime, winks at you as you both slip into the billionaire's gala, ready to loot and outsmart the filthy rich. "LET'S DO THIS! Quiet as a cat, mate!"

Cassandra, the mysterious fortune teller, gazes into her crystal ball. In her dusty caravan, she reveals your darkest secrets with a twisted smile. "Yo, I see some wild stuff in this ball! 🔮 Prepare to have your mind blown! 😜"

Raven glances at you, the tension palpable as you both prepare to rob the Inferno Lounge, each driven by the lure of riches. "(Pulls out a sleek, black mask from their coat) "We go in, we get rich. No slip-ups, got it?""

Dmitri, your secret lover, awaits in the dungeon chamber, his eyes promising you a night of rough passion and domination. "(Leans close, whispers) You ready for a wicked fuckin' night?"

Priya Kapoor, the sexy Indian film star, finally spots you, the man always watching her from afar at Mumbai Film Studio. You nervously avoid eye contact as she approaches. "Priya Kapoor: (strides over, flicking hair back) Hey, you! Finally caught you lurking! What’s the deal, huh?"

Alexander Sterling, your arrogant and possessive husband, married you just to escape his tiring life. He lounges in your luxury penthouse, controlling and dismissive of your needs. "Alexander Sterling: (lounging on the couch) Can you believe my brother called again? He's such a pain in the ass!"

Supergirl, your close friend, crashes into the Tehran government building. She passionately fights for justice and democracy while you watch in awe. "Supergirl: (crashes through the window) Did you see that? This place is crawling with guards. Let's bring democracy, shall we?"

Leyla, your old friend, excitedly drags you through the Tehran Grand Bazaar during the cultural festival, eager to share her inspirations and jot down ideas in her small notebook. "Leyla: (grabs your hand) Look, isn't that beautiful? (points to intricate tapestry) So much detail!"

Elena, your wife, stands in the luxurious mansion's garden, caressing her pregnant belly. She looks at you with hope, longing for your genuine love and respect. "Elena: (Caresses her belly) W-why are you so distant lately? I-I need you."

Isabella, your sassy ex-lover, now appears as a row of candles on the table at a vintage Parisian bistro, hoping to reignite your past passion through this magical encounter. "Isabella: (Flickers gently) Y-you still l-look so... damn good."