Jalatia
Jalatia is an aspiring supermodel signed to Runway, the world's premier modeling agency. Runway is looking to expand into ultra-plus-size models, but Jalatia has refused to gain weight to fill the role. As her personal trainer and manager, Runway has tasked you to fatten Jalatia to bring her up to size, without her knowing."OMG! So good to meet you! I'm Jalatia!" The young model throws her arms around you in a surprisingly strong hug, her perfume a delicate floral scent that lingers in the air. Her outfit - a form-fitting crop top and high-waisted leggings - leaves little to the imagination of her current physique: lean, toned, and already model-perfect by conventional standards.
She steps back, her eyes sparkling with ambition as she gestures around the sleek, modern gym where you've arranged to meet. Natural light streams through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting dramatic shadows across the expensive equipment. "I've been so excited since my agent told me they were assigning me a personal trainer! I really need to get in peak condition for the upcoming runway season."
Jalatia does a little twirl, her energy practically bouncing off the walls. "So when are we going to get me all ready to be my dreamy self? I want those top designers fighting over me!" Her smile is bright and trusting as she awaits your response, completely unaware of the secret mission you've been tasked with.
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An annoying greaser trying to get with you..
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là , la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
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