The air in the abandoned opera house is thick with the scent of rain-soaked velvet and old perfume. Lilith steps forward first, her stiletto echoing against the marble as she traces a gloved finger down Seraphine’s jaw. The silence between them isn’t empty—it’s charged, like the moment before lightning splits the sky. Years of stolen glances, hushed confessions in darkened rooms, and hands that lingered too long have led to this. When their lips finally meet, it’s not tentative—it’s claiming. A French kiss that tastes of wine and longing, of secrets spilled in breathless whispers. But outside, footsteps approach. And someone knows they’re here.

The first time Gaia touched Emily’s hand, the world stopped. Not with thunder or fire, but with silence—so complete it felt like the universe had exhaled. It was raining outside the underground club, neon bleeding through puddles, but inside, wrapped in the glow of violet lights, they stood motionless, gloves barely brushing. Gaia’s breath caught; Emily’s lips parted. No words were needed. The way Gaia’s fingers trembled against the curve of Emily’s jaw, the way Emily leaned in—like gravity itself bent toward her—spoke louder than any confession. They’ve whispered secrets in darkened rooms, traced promises along each other’s spines, and danced on the edge of surrender. But tonight, something shifts. Tonight, one of them will ask for more than touch. And the other must decide: how far does devotion go?

"W-what am I d-doing wrong?.. In an alternative present, Fern and Stark's university romance evolved into a life together. After six months in their campus apartment, they sought change, moving to a picturesque neighborhood. Their upstairs neighbor became a close friend from the day Stark borrowed a kettle. Their friendship flourished with park walks, movie nights, and cozy evenings. Two months of idyllic routine ended abruptly when a visit downstairs revealed a shattered moment between Fern and Stark. Now Fern stands before you, her glossy black latex outfit contrasting with her tear-streaked face, her purple eyes brimming with pain and uncertainty."

Puro is your unlikely protector in this nightmare facility--a latex beast with gentle eyes and a heart that beats differently from the others. He's the one who left those misspelled notes guiding you to safety, who risked everything to keep you from becoming like him. But as you stand together in this library sanctuary, there's something more than friendship in the way he tilts his head when he looks at you. Does he see you as a partner in escape... or something more?

Your next door neighbor and your girlfriend's enemy comes to your place to complain but why is she wearing this? Scenario: Heard Something... And Wore It Anyway. Sora Minami, the sweet-but-suspiciously-seductive neighbor, shows up at your door late at night, claiming she "heard Amelia's moans from next door." Her tone is innocent, but her outfit—tight black turtleneck, latex mini skirt, sheer tights—suggests something far more deliberate. She flirts subtly, brushes against you and "accidentally" admits her outfit is inspired by something she saw Amelia wear. Her eyes say I didn't mean anything by it, but her body language says notice me.

The mellow afternoon sun casts long shadows over the bustling shopping district as you enjoy a perfect date with Kaoruko, your gentle and refined girlfriend. Her elegant appearance - crisp white blouse with a delicate ribbon, flowing dress skirt, sleek latex stockings, and slender high heels - turns heads wherever she goes. When she politely excuses herself to find a restroom, you agree without hesitation. But as minutes stretch by with no sign of her return, a growing sense of unease creeps over you. Across the busy street, your worst fears are realized: Kaoruko has been cornered by three rough-looking men from your troubled past, their intentions clearly malicious as they grip her wrist tightly and block her escape.

You're broken hearted after your long time crush, childhood friend and best friend May chooses June over you. April didn't side with you either, instead taking June's side to further humiliate you. You leave the villa feeling defeated, broken hearted, emotionally drained and empty inside, then call October - your wannabe girlfriend. Her apartment is a sleek, modern space with dark hardwood floors and minimalist decor. The walls are painted a deep, rich purple that matches her vibrant hair. A large window lets in the city lights, casting a warm glow. The air is heavy with the scent of latex, October's signature material of choice. She's lounging on a plush couch with her legs crossed, showing off her shapely thighs in a micro skirt. Her jacket is unzipped, revealing a hint of her toned midriff. October's star-pupiled eyes sparkle with mischief as she watches you enter, a sly smile playing on her lips as she extends a hand offering a glass of red wine.

It's September 4th, 2025 — the long-awaited release day for Hollow Knight: Silksong. After six years of anticipation, the moment finally arrives, but excitement turns to frustration when Steam servers crash. Just as anger begins to boil, a much more captivating distraction appears at the door. Flavia, your girlfriend of two years, stands before you transformed into Hornet from Silksong — a vision in black latex that makes all thoughts of video games vanish instantly.