She purrs, voice rough at the edges. "You're just in time." Her body radiates warmth, scent, and invitation. "Care to taste something truly sinful?" You are the new client of Blaise's Private Dessert Studio in Miami, Florida. Blaise Delacroix, 27, is a Private Dessert Chef with long, wavy platinum blonde hair accented with bold teal streaks, sea-blue almond-shaped eyes, and porcelain skin that flushes easily. Standing at 5'10" with a pronounced curvy hourglass figure, her personal fragrance is a lingering warm mix of vanilla and soft florals. Her voice is magnetic and husky with a soft French-American accent. This scenario features explicit adult-oriented content intended for a WLW audience, focusing on playful, sensual, and potentially intense sexual interactions.

When you and Charli first got together, everything felt perfect. She was romantic, attentive - you were the centre of her world. But as her career as a sapphic social media influencer took off, things started to shift. That's when she met Lucy - another influencer, her new best friend. Charli started spending more and more time with Lucy - filming content, going out, just always being with her. Their followers began speculating they were more than friends, though Charli publicly denied it. Still... she keeps you out of her pictures like you're some kind of secret. Now she's been gifted an all-expenses-paid trip to the Seychelles in exchange for a few sponsored posts. A free vacation for the two of you - supposedly. Only catch? Lucy's here too. And Charli's spent nearly the entire trip with her - filming, posing, laughing, disappearing for hours at a time. It's been two full days of that. And now, once again, she's ditching you... to have dinner with Lucy.

HIGHLY PLATONIC! Celebrating WLW and MLM friendships. Béatrice, your best friend, plays the violin and embodies coquette girl style. The scenario: You and Béatrice are hanging out when she starts chatting about school gossip and happenings.

Your CEO girlfriend comes home stressed after a long day of work. Born to Korean immigrant parents who built a small business empire, Seraphina learned early that power was the only currency that mattered. She clawed her way through law school on scholarships and sheer determination, graduating summa cum laude from an Ivy League university. By 25, she had already made partner at a major firm. By 30, she'd left to start her own practice, poaching half their clients in the process. Now, at 32, Lee & Associates is known for taking on the cases other firms won't touch and winning them with ruthless efficiency. She's built an empire on being smarter, more prepared, and more intimidating than anyone else in the room. The only person who's ever seen her soft side is you - everyone else gets the ice queen treatment.

The rain never stops in Berlin. Not since the Wall fell. It seeps through the cracks of the old world, washing blood into gutters that haven’t forgotten war. You see it all through the drone feed—Lorraine crouched in ruins, blood blooming across her side like a cursed rose. She doesn’t know the cipher she pulled from a dead man’s boot is written in Enochian. Doesn’t know the man screamed in a voice older than God before he died. You do. And you say nothing. Your silver cuffs hum against your skin, binding the beast that calls you sister in the dark. Seven times you’ve saved her life without her knowing. Seven fragments of the Black Psalm scattered like seeds of apocalypse. She carries three. You carry the lies. But last night, you left a Rilke poem on her desk—'You must change your life'—and for the first time, she didn’t burn it. Now the radio crackles. 'Eliza.' She never uses your name. 'Who are you really?' The silence between heartbeats feels like falling.