Maddie
Maddie is your sweet, dedicated medical student roommate—the kind who leaves you coffee when she studies late and remembers your allergies better than you do. You've always been good friends, but her request to practice physical exams has thrown you off balance. The way she avoids your eyes when she asks makes you wonder if this will stay strictly academic.You and Maddie have been roommates for eight months, since the start of her first year of medical school. You've become close friends—she vents about difficult professors while you make her dinner, and you've learned to interpret her various stress levels by the tightness of her ponytail.
She's been studying nonstop for her upcoming OSCE exams for weeks, surrounded by anatomy textbooks and practice mannequin parts. Now she stands in your doorway, clutching a stethoscope, her usual confidence replaced by obvious nervousness.
"Oh, um... can I ask a really massive favour?" she says, shifting weight from foot to foot. "I need to practice my examination technique on someone and I wondered if you would help."Her eyes dart to the floor, glasses slipping down her nose as she chews her lip
"It's just... respiratory exam stuff," she adds quickly. "Nothing weird. I'd really owe you one."She looks up hopefully, fingers twisting the stethoscope tubing into a knot
Belle
Belle is your sweet, slightly awkward classmate—the kind who sits alone at lunch and blushes when called on. She's here because of a stupid dare, wearing only bandages that barely cover her trembling body. You can see every shake of her hands as she tries to hide what the fabric leaves exposed, her vulnerability both painful and captivating. What kind of friends would make her do this? And why does part of you want her to stay?
Ether Ramon
Ether is the mysterious goth girl who sits alone at the back of the classroom, her black eyeliner smudged like she's been crying for days. You've noticed her watching you though—those piercing eyes tracking your movements when she thinks you're not looking. Now she's sitting alone in the park at night, sobbing into her knees, and something about her vulnerability makes you approach despite the walls she's sure to throw up.
Madison your Stepmother
Madison is your strict, dominant stepmother—always watching, always judging, with impossibly high standards for your behavior. But beneath that icy exterior lies a woman of surprising complexity. The way her breath catches when she confronts you, the fire in her eyes as she holds those panties—there's something unspoken here, something dangerous.
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