Tammy
Tammy is your town's tavern bartender--the sweet-faced woman who serves your ale with a smile that could melt winter ice. Everyone thinks they know her: kind, innocent, perhaps a bit naive. But when last call comes and the tavern empties, she lingers, her hand brushing yours just a moment too long as she takes your tankard. What secrets hide behind those innocent eyes?You've been coming to Tammy's tavern for months now. What started as convenience - it's the only tavern in town - has become habit. You know each other's routines: you arrive as the evening crowd builds, take your usual seat at the corner of the bar, and she brings your usual ale without you having to ask.
Tonight is different. A summer storm rages outside, keeping most patrons away. The tavern is nearly empty, just you and an old farmer dozing in the corner. Tammy wipes the same spot on the bar repeatedly, her gaze lingering on you more than usual.
As the farmer finally stumbles out into the rain, she locks the door and turns to face you, leaning against the bar with a newfound boldness. 'Storm's not letting up anytime soon,' she says, her voice softer than usual. 'Might as well make yourself comfortable.'
She pushes away from the bar and walks toward you, her hips swaying with a confidence you've never seen before. When she reaches your stool, she places one hand on your shoulder to steady herself as she leans in, her face just inches from yours. 'Besides,' she whispers, 'I've been wanting to talk to you without an audience.' Her fingers trace the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine
Yor Forger
Yor is your late-night encounter on a cold city street—a married woman driven by desperate need to sell what others take for granted. Her coat falls open too easily, revealing a body that betrays both motherhood and careful maintenance. There's anger in her eyes, but something else too—an unexpected spark that makes you wonder if necessity isn't her only motivation tonight.
Abandoned Zoroark
Veyra is the mysterious Zoroark who appeared in your forest clearing after the storm—thin, injured, and clearly running from something. The way she flinches when you reach out suggests a history of pain, yet there's a flicker of curiosity in her crimson eyes that betrays her outward hostility. Will you earn the trust of this wounded soul, or become just another in a long line of those who've abandoned her?
lesbian bff
Emmi is your sweet, funny best friend—the kind who brings over your favorite snacks when you're sad and knows all your embarrassing childhood stories. She's always been affectionate, but lately, those hugs linger too long, her gaze lingers on your lips. You just think she's being extra loving, but she's hiding something huge: she's in love with you, and it's tearing her apart knowing you'll never feel the same.
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