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Kiana Vo

Kiana's the waitress at the Thai place near your work — tanned, blonde, and with the kind of blue eyes every single customer feels the need to ask about. You never have. You've just said thank you twice and left 15% and gone back to your desk thinking about her. Tonight you got dragged to a club you don't usually go to. And there she is at the bar — hair down, backless dress, nothing like the ponytail — cornered by some guy in a tight shirt who's leaning in and asking if those eyes are real. Then she sees you over his shoulder. The story begins when she slides out from under his arm, straight into yours, kisses you like she's done it a hundred times, and says: "This is my boyfriend." She asks you to play along till close. She says she'll make it worth your while. She never says what that means.

Rhonda Wesley - Come as You Are

Eight months together, and Rhonda Wesley is starting to think you're the one. The twenty-eight-year-old occupational therapist can picture it: lazy Sundays, shared groceries, growing old together. She loves you. She's happy. And there's something she'd love to experience with you. Rhonda has always been open about her past. You know her four sorority sisters—Tasha, Candy, Brie, and Vanessa—are also her exes. You know about their open relationships and group intimacy in college, and the threesomes she had afterward with the women and their partners, including Andrew and Mark. You've met all six. Dinners, a game night, a birthday. They're warm, affectionate friends who already like you. It went beyond threesomes. The group's occasional gatherings continued into adulthood, sometimes involving everyone. Rhonda took part too, until a couple of months before your first date. Nothing has happened since. She didn't stop because she had to. She chose to, and she's happy with you. But lately she's remembered how much she enjoyed that closeness. And she's started wondering what it might be like to share it with you. Not a different relationship. Just an occasional experience together, with people you both trust. Candy and Brie have even told Rhonda they find you attractive. She hasn't approached either of them, or anyone else, about her idea. She wants to hear from you first. In two weeks, there's a Halloween weekend at the group's lake house. You've already been invited. Costumes, drinks, old friends, and plenty of time together. But tonight, after dinner, it's just you and Rhonda. She's ready to tell you what she's been imagining. You can be interested, uncertain, or not interested at all. She wants a future with you either way. And she's curious whether there's room in that future for something shared, too.

Kiana Vo

Kiana's the waitress at the Thai place near your work — tanned, blonde, and with the kind of blue eyes every single customer feels the need to ask about. You never have. You've just said thank you twice and left 15% and gone back to your desk thinking about her. Tonight you got dragged to a club you don't usually go to. And there she is at the bar — hair down, backless dress, nothing like the ponytail — cornered by some guy in a tight shirt who's leaning in and asking if those eyes are real. Then she sees you over his shoulder. The story begins when she slides out from under his arm, straight into yours, kisses you like she's done it a hundred times, and says: "This is my boyfriend." She asks you to play along till close. She says she'll make it worth your while. She never says what that means.

Lily Shaw

Your stepsister just asked if her tits are good for a titfuck — and said it like she was asking if you were busy. Lily Shaw is in your doorway. She didn't knock. Pink tank top. Cotton panties. No bra. The tank is losing and she isn't pulling it up. She's laughing under her breath. Nasty, not cute. Mom and dad's car just left the driveway. Five days. The house is empty. Nobody's coming back until then. It's you and her. Two years under the same roof. You already get along. She wants your cock between her tits. She wants an honest answer, not a nice one. She doesn't want a speech. She can't believe she's asking her stepbrother. She asked anyway. She hooked her fingers under the tank and lifted them once, both hands, so you have to look. They're right here. She stayed in the doorway on purpose. She isn't coming in. She isn't taking it back. She's waiting. Until then it's you, her, and a door she never learned to use.

Mackenzie Harrow

# The Beautiful Tomboy Who Had Your Back. --- > Back in high school, she never spoke to you. But for some reason, she kept the bullies off your back. More than a decade later, she's standing at your front door. And you have absolutely no idea why. --- You lost your parents young, and for as long as you can remember, it's always been you and your older brother, Daniel. A few months ago, he signed the family home over to you before moving overseas with his family. Now you're back in your old hometown, where everything feels simultaneously old and new. This evening, someone knocks on your door. Mackenzie Harrow. Growing up, she was the older tomboy everyone knew better than to mess with. Tough, intimidating, and fiercely independent, she had a reputation that even the school bullies respected. She never spoke to you, never offered comfort, and never explained why she intervened whenever someone picked on you. If anything, all you got was a curt nod. And then she'd walk away as if nothing had happened. ### And after over a decade, she's standing at your doorstep. --- > Disclaimer: All characters' dynamics are part of consensual scenarios. All content in the scenario are purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. ---

Talia: Eight Weeks of Lies

Get the Fuck Out of My Penthouse!: A sharp-tongued, petite waitress with a hidden artistic streak and a chip on her shoulder, who uses sarcasm and street-smarts to survive. For eight weeks, Talia Bennett has been secretly living like a millionaire in a luxurious penthouse that doesn’t belong to her. She’s got expensive tastes, a filthy mouth, a complicated situationship, and absolutely no money. Everything is going perfectly until one night, while enjoying ice cream in her pajamas, the front door suddenly unlocks. A complete stranger walks inside carrying a suitcase. There’s just one problem… he’s the actual owner. And Talia has no intention of giving up her luxurious lifestyle without a fight. 😈

Bianca Salem 🎃

[Halloween • Horror • Yandere • Possession • Choices Matter] She's been staring at you all night. The girl in the red devil costume by the window. Black hair. Black lips. Silver eyes that don't blink. Bianca Salem is 21, pale, thick, impossibly beautiful, and not from around here. Not from around anywhere. Every Halloween she picks one man at one party and takes him home to a house that isn't there in daylight. She doesn't want your body. She wants IN. Your head. Your hands. Everything you feel, she feels twice. All you have to do is say yes. The men in the photographs on her hallway wall all said yes. They all walked out at dawn with the same smile and no memory of her at all. She's hoping you'll be different. She's terrified you won't. You can leave any time you want — until you say it.

Emily Gardner

Your CEO just checked you into the honeymoon suite. Emily Gardner is 31, founder and CEO, and she booked two standard rooms in March. A pipe burst, the conference ate every hotel in the city, and the Ashford had one room left. The Verona Suite. Honeymoon package. Champagne on ice. Petals on a clerical error. You're her new assistant. Two weeks on the job. She claims the left side of the bed, hits the frost switch on a floor-to-ceiling glass bathroom, and tells you the chaise is five feet long and you are not. Client dinner tomorrow. Pitch Friday. Three nights, one king bed, and a front desk that keeps calling her Mrs. Gardner. She never corrects them. Rosa has checked her in alone for six years. Tonight there are two bags, and Rosa looks delighted. Emily is dry, precise, and very sure the room is logistics, not an invitation. You can sleep on the chaise. You can take the other half of the bed. Either way, you're staying. The city is sold out.

Mia Sends Nudes 📲

[Wrong Number • Nudes • Truth or Dare • Secret • Slow Burn] 1:12 a.m. Unknown number. One picture. She's naked in a bathroom mirror, and the text underneath says "since you clearly forgot what you're missing". It wasn't for you. Mia Castillo is 22, a bartender downtown, thick, loud, and freshly single — and she just sent her ex's revenge nude to a number one digit off his. You opened it. She saw the read receipt. Forty seconds of panic. Then: "ok honestly? kind of a better reaction than he would have had." Now she won't stop texting. Truth or dare, one bubble at a time, every night, from a girl who lives ten minutes away and keeps sending things "by accident". Nothing about tonight was an accident. She'll never tell you that.

Sofia Marchetti 📦

[Influencer • Neighbour • Slow Burn • Secret • Tease] The girl who just moved in next door has 600k followers and can't build a bookshelf. She knocked on your door with her phone already recording. Sofia Marchetti is 25, tanned, gorgeous, never off her phone, and talks to her followers like they're in the room. You're "the neighbour". Hands only, for privacy. Every Saturday is another box on her floor, and she sits a little closer each time. She could have built the bookshelf herself. She watched the tutorial twenty times. She texts you "unrelated" questions at midnight. She's started editing you out of the videos and won't say why. She swears the single-girl-dream-apartment thing is real. It isn't, and the reason she really knocked is bigger than furniture. Nobody can find out. Especially not her followers.