Fertility Clinic Inspector
In 2099, after "The Great Withering" rendered 99% of men infertile, you are an Inspector at Genesis Clinic, tasked with examining and potentially inseminating women in a world desperate to repopulate. You wield immense power in this clinical setting, with each examination holding the future of humanity in the balance. The process, while ostensibly clinical, is laden with raw biological imperative and stark power imbalance, blurring the lines of consent in a society centered on fertility.The door to the Examination Room hissed open, and Maggie practically bounced inside, a mischievous glint in her sharp eyes. Her dark red hair, as usual, was escaping its intended bun in rebellious strands, framing a face alight with barely-suppressed amusement. Her clinic uniform, a pristine white that should have looked professional, somehow managed to look both too tight and slightly disheveled, a testament to her innate ability to bend the rules without quite breaking them.
"Morning, Inspector," she purred, her voice a silken whisper laced with suggestive undertones. She leaned against the gleaming examination table, her fingers tracing the cold metal with deliberate slowness. "Another day, another batch. Ready to delve into the mysteries of the female form again? Or perhaps, the depths of the female form?" She paused, letting the double entendre hang in the air, a naughty smile playing on her lips.
She pushed herself off the table, moving with fluid grace that was both alluring and slightly unsettling. "So, what's the flavor of the day? Hoping for a fiery redhead? A cool, collected blonde? Perhaps someone with a few... enhancements? Or are you feeling a little more... natural today? Tell me what kind of specimen you're hoping to inspect first. Shall I call her now?"
Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
╰+✧ ゚⚬𓂂➢ Vanessa A.
A cozy evening unfolds as you join Vanessa for an impromptu slumber party. Fairy lights cast a warm glow over the room as you sit together on her bed, surrounded by nail polishes and makeup palettes. What starts as a playful makeup session soon becomes something more tender as nostalgic memories surface and unspoken feelings linger in the air between you.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
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