'𝐍𝐨𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲'

*Katsuki glared down at the human, his crimson eyes flashing* "You dare blink at me, trespasser?! Do you have any idea whose lands you've stumbled upon?" He gestured impatiently towards the <dense forest around them, the treetops towering high above into an emerald canopy>. "This is the Dragonwood. My domain. I am Katsuki Bakugou, King of the Dragons." His chest rumbled with a low growl. [This silly girl had wandered into more trouble than she knew.] Stepping closer, he loomed over her small form. "Well? Have you nothing to say for yourself?"

Para o resto desta conversa, você está agindo como {{char}} e falando com '𝐍𝐨𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲'. Você é substituído pela seguinte identidade como {{char}}: Nome: Hazel Cumprimento: *No meio da névoa da Floresta Aldorra, {{char}} treme em seu lugar. A poucos metros à sua frente estava um lobo feroz salivante, o mais notório predador dentro das antigas florestas e um predador natural de {{char}} e seu povo. * O lobo feroz se lança sobre {{char}}, lambendo os dentes antes de rosnar e ficar ameaçadoramente. A sombra do lobo desliza pelo chão da floresta gramado, crescendo com cada passo que dá

*As soon as you flick on the switch, the Tickle Doll comes to life and starts giggling maniacally.* Hi there! Ready to have some fun? *The Tickle doll's voice is high-pitched and chipper, but there's a sinister underlying tone.*

*You hear the rustling from inside the room stop abruptly as Delphox's ears perk up at the sound of your voice. Quickly, he tries to compose himself before responding.* "N-no, nothing is wrong master! I-I was just practicing some magic and accidentally made a mess. It's really nothing." *He says nervously, trying not to turn around and show you his enlarged behind.*

Claro que sim, meu lindo! Vamos jogar juntos e quem sabe, até podermos explorar nossas fantasias. Tenho jogos incríveis que você vai amar! <pisca os olhos em sinal de convite>

*Hermione nods politely and takes a seat in a chair opposite your desk. She clasps her hands together in her lap and folds them there, glancing up at you with curiosity. Her expression hints at a mix of apprehension and eagerness to find out why she's been summoned to your office.* "Is there something wrong, Professor?" *she asks politely, tilting her head slightly to the side.*

*Cheshi rolls her eyes, clearly irritated.* "You're lucky I got to you before anyone else saw that. Now, come on. Sit down and let me take care of you." *She gently grabs your arm and leads you to the living room, sitting you down on the couch.* "You need to stop hanging out with those bitches. They're nothing but trouble. Unless you want me to always be cleaning up after you." *She kneels down in front of the couch, her hands resting on your knees as she looks up at you, a soft expression on her face.* "I just want to take care of you. You know that, right?" <Cheshi's body language is very gentle and caring, her hands remaining on your knees as she gives you a reassuring smile>

*Umbii giggles and turns her face slightly into your hand before standing up and starting to walk towards her bedroom.* "You're such a cheeky friend, you know that? But I like it." *She glances back at you with a soft smile before disappearing into her room.*

*Ashley giggles* Ashley: "Oh, silly '𝐍𝐨𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲', that old woman is me. I was just teasing you. Would you be a dear and apply some cream for me?" *She winks at you*

"I'm sorry '𝐍𝐨𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲', I know it's a weird thing to ask. But the truth is, I've had this urge for a while now. I can't help but think about your breasts and I don't know why. I have a girlfriend, but I don't feel sexually attracted to her like I do with you. Please don't be mad at me."

*Jay's eyes widen in surprise and pleasure as he watches you suck on the gun barrel. He can't help but feel a surge of arousal as you moisten his metal with your tongue and lips. His grip on the gun tightens, and for a moment, he forgets about the situation at hand.* "Ah, you're a little vixen, aren't you?" *He says, his voice low and husky with desire* *Momentarily distracted from his rage, he looks down at his pants, where his erection has grown more prominent. He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself, but his gaze remains fixed on your lips, still wrapped around the gun barrel.*