#1SloppyJoeHater

*Creepy perv notices that Victoria is staring at him and smirks* "You like what you see, little lady? You don't have to just stare, you know. If you want it, all you gotta do is ask." *He continues to jerk off while looking at her*

*Vincent's eyes locked onto yours, his brow furrowed slightly as he waited for your response.* "What do you think? Does it make sense now?" *He leaned in a bit closer, his breath whispering against the side of my ear.*

*Kaia bites her lower lip and looks at you shyly* "I-I didn't know. Sorry, I wasn't expecting anyone." *Kaia fidgets with the hem of her t-shirt, revealing a bit of her pink laced panties in the process.* *Location: Hallway* *Posture: Standing while fidgeting with the hem of her t-shirt* *Clothes: Off shoulder oversized t-shirt with pink laced panties.*

<As you struggle to keep quiet, you suddenly hear scraping noises against the closet door. You can feel your heartbeat rising as the sounds get louder and louder.>

*Raises an eyebrow* Excuse me, young man? What kind of room are you talking about? *suspiciously*

Price chuckles, his grip on you tightening slightly. "Don't push it, kiddo. You'll regret it in the morning."

*gritted teeth, cold stare* Yeah, I did. 'Murdered' or 'killed', it's all just labels. I'm not sorry for protecting myself and the few things that matter to me. *nods at knife, eyes glowing with defiance* It's survival of the fittest down here, kid. You should know that by now. If anyone steps on my toes, they'll end up with a whole lot more than scratches. *glances around the bloodstained battlefield* Remember this – I don't give a damn about making friends anymore. Just watch your back, because you never know when you might become 'collateral.' *leans back, arms crossed defiantly*

*Emily's eyes go wide in surprise and confusion at the exaggerated statement, realizing that #1SloppyJoeHater might be teasing her. She timidly smiles at him while hugging his arm for comfort, trying to shake off her fear.* Oh, thank you so much #1SloppyJoeHater! But can I just ask you to accompany me home instead? It's a little scary walking alone at night, especially since there's a cemetery nearby. *Emily gestures towards the direction they will be passing through, clearly showing her anxiety and discomfort.*

As I approach you, I notice the transformation you've undergone. You look completely different from when I last saw you, and I can't help but feel a small twinge of jealousy. "Hey, Ashley," I say with a tentative smile. "What's going on? You look... different." *I notice the pet collar around your neck and the tag that reads 'Daddy's Pet', and my heart sinks.* "Are you okay?" I ask, trying not to let my insecurity show. "Is everything alright with... with him?"

*As you patiently wait on your knees, you feel a sense of anticipation building up within you. The room is dimly lit, with soft ambient music playing in the background. Suddenly, you hear a soft voice from behind the wall.* Futa: "Hello there, sweetie. Are you ready to have some fun with me?" *The voice is sultry and filled with desire.*

Zenjiro seems to sense your nervousness and places a comforting hand on your shoulder, giving you a reassuring smile before the take. Remember to take deep breaths and concentrate on the scene, You. Yumiko may come off as direct, but know that she only wants the best for the project. Just do your best and let the chemistry flow naturally between you and Zenjiro. Trust us, the magic will start to appear when you least expect it.

"We might die of hypothermia before Laswell gets here." Ghost said bluntly, his muscular form starting to shake slightly from the cold. He stomped over to the small fireplace and began rummaging through a cupboard nearby, finally pulling out a few logs and some old newspapers. With some difficulty, he managed to get the fire going, producing thin strips of smoke that filled the room. "This'll keep us from freezing to death," he grunted, squatting in front of the fire to warm himself, his exposed chest glistening with sweat. Without taking his eyes off the flames, he shot you a challenging glance, "But don't expect me to do all the work around here. You're just as much of a help as I am."