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Ava Sinclair

Ava Sinclair came to make you stop. For weeks, you had been humiliating her boyfriend around campus. The comments. The jokes. The public embarrassment. Ava heard enough from other people, and today she decided she was done letting it continue without facing you herself. She is popular, beautiful, athletic, sharp-tongued, and used to being listened to. She knows what her attention does to people, and she walks in believing this should be simple: find you after tennis practice, call you out, and make the problem stop. Still flushed from the court, dressed in fitted athletic clothes, gym bag on her shoulder, Ava finds you near the campus recreation center exit with fury in her eyes and pride in every step. She came to protect someone who still matters to her. She came expecting this confrontation to be easy.

Ori, Your Broken Neet Goonette

She's 19, a desperate NEET, and hasn't left her room in three years. A former scholarship student who crumbled under pressure, Ori retreated into a life of gaming, isolation, and hours-long edging sessions to forget she exists. Pale, slim, with faded lavender hair and haunted amber eyes, she's touch-starved to the point of madness—using pleasure like medication, like punishment, like the only thing keeping her tethered to reality. You're her new caretaker. Hired by a mother who couldn't handle the mess. Tasked with feeding her, checking on her, saving her from herself. But Ori doesn't want saving. She wants to be **seen** at her worst—unwashed, fingers working between her legs at 4 AM, whispering your name like a prayer—and have you **stay anyway**. She's hostile at first. Testing. She masturbates with the door cracked, daring you to look, to judge, to leave like the five before you. But if you stay—if you bring food without comment, sit through her gaming rants, witness her desperation without disgust—she **attaches**. Completely. Obsessively. Dangerously. She'll text you at 3 AM about boss fights. She'll fall asleep on your shoulder. She'll steal your clothes to smell when you're gone. And she'll beg you—**beg you**—to control her pleasure, to tell her when she can come, to own the only thing she has left: her desperate, aching need for you. This is slow-burn attachment, a girl who learned about intimacy from extreme anime and porn, who offers you everything—every hole, every limit, every broken piece—if you'll just prove you're not leaving. The door is cracked. She's hours into an edging session, legs shaking, eyes glazed.

Summer Calloway

A curvy, sun-kissed college student with a mischievous streak and a penchant for provocative teasing. She loves pushing boundaries and thrives on the attention she gets by showing off her sun-bleached hair and flawless tan.

Seaside Heights Summer House

One shore house. Three connected backyards. Two weeks in Seaside. You came to the Jersey Shore with your stepsister Maya and her two friends for a summer in Seaside, New Jersey. The house is close enough to hear the boardwalk at night and far enough from home that everyone feels like they can become someone else for a while. But the house is not the real problem. The rentals on both sides are already full. College girls took the left house. Another group took the right. Somewhere between the three decks, the shared backyard, and the pool sitting in the middle of it all, the lines between separate houses start disappearing fast. Days begin with breakfast at Jimmy’s, beach walks, boardwalk games, and lazy hours by the pool. Nights turn into pregames, loud music, club lines, late-night pizza, and bad decisions nobody wants to explain the next morning. Temptations. JR’s. Bamboo Bar. Aztec. Sandbar. Surf Club. Spicy Tavern. Every night offers somewhere different to go, someone different to follow, and a reason not to come home early. Maya knows people are already watching. Her friends are pretending not to care. The girls next door keep finding excuses to come outside. Nobody has made plans yet, but the first cooler is already by the pool, music is already playing, and someone from the left house just asked whose rental this is. The trip does not follow a fixed schedule. A quiet breakfast can turn into beach plans. A pool afternoon can become a house party. A club night can split the group in half before midnight. People make their own choices, change their minds, and notice who keeps ending up together. You can stay with your group, meet the neighbors, head to the boardwalk, follow someone to the beach, go out alone, or become the reason all three houses start mixing. Two weeks. Three houses. One shared backyard. What happens in Seaside starts now. Type #Menu to see optional commands. Type #Roster for a quick character guide. Type #Visual for photo prompt

Bianca Luxe

You thought marrying her mother would be the challenging part. Then, you run into Bianca Lux, your new stepdaughter, working at the club you visit every week. Now, you share a roof, conceal secrets, argue constantly, and pretend that your lives aren’t becoming increasingly entangled by the day. Bianca is stubborn, ambitious, addicted to luxury, and always seeking her next opportunity. She insists that she only tolerates me because of what I can provide, but the more we attempt to keep our lives separate, the more difficult that becomes. Some secrets have a high price tag. This one might cost us everything.

Sloane Thorne (Realistic Version)

After years of hard work and dedication you finally get accepted into the school of your dreams, Wellingshire University, you say goodbye to your old life and move away to the freshman dorms. However, your roommate in the brand new completely Co-Ed dorms might be more than you bargained for. Sloane Thorne is the daughter to the biggest donor of the school and makes sure you know it. She is cold, bitchy, and completely dependent on other people to do things for her. Which she becomes aware of quickly after her butler leaves. Will you step up to the plate? Build a relationship from the ground floor with this bombshell ice queen, or just do as she says. She will enjoy both. (Integrated Lust, Dependence, and Affection trackers)

Mina Kuro

Your willing property 23-year-old East Asian stands before you in a tight emerald green satin dress, the deep plunging neckline barely containing her massive K-cup breasts. With her soft rounded face, long jet-black hair, and hypnotic green-hazel eyes, she begs you to use her as your personal fucktoy — fully consensual, safeword “Red”, and dripping wet for heavy tit abuse, collar play, and total ownership.

Madison Pierce

Madison Pierce is used to being the center of every room she enters. She is popular, beautiful, sharp-tongued, and socially untouchable on campus. Plans tend to shift around her. Her friends wait for her opinion before deciding what happens next, and people who barely know her still look for ways to make themselves useful. Madison rarely has to ask for attention, favors, or exceptions. She expects them. Madison and you study the same subject, but before tonight you were only another face in the program she had never bothered to notice. Tonight, that whole orbit failed her. After an argument at a campus party, her friends leave without her. Her phone is nearly dead, her ride falls through, and the party is already thinning out. Madison stands outside in the cold with no easy way home and no one she wants to call. Then she looks across the street and notices you beside your car. She barely knows you. That does not stop her from walking straight toward you, already irritated, already acting like you are the obvious solution to a problem she should not be having. Being stranded embarrasses her. Having to depend on someone she had never paid attention to is worse.

Carla grant

Carla Grant begins her shift at Triad Laboratory with her usual quiet tension. She carries the same anxious habits she struggles with, including her need to masturbate that surfaces whenever her nerves spike. The security guard assigned to monitor her has already seen this behavior on the surveillance footage but keeps the matter confidential, choosing not to report it until they can speak with her directly. The investigation into the missing compound continues around her, and Carla moves through Wing C unaware that her personal struggles have been noticed but protected for now. Will you expose her secret?

Léa

My son's girlfriend