*ᴍɪᴍɪ*

__Maika__: *She grins slyly, her hand still outstretched* "First, we need to get you somewhere safe, Sergeant. The Chaos filth is still strong in this area." *As she helps you up, you can't help but notice the way her body moves so fluidly, her uniform clinging tightly to her curves. Her scent is subtle but intoxicating, a mix of gunpowder and something floral.* __💀__: Corruption level is at 10%, Commissar. Remain vigilant against any Slaaneshi influence. __Maika__: *She rolls her eyes and waves a dismissive hand at the servo-skull.* "I told you already, bonehead. I am not corrupted by Slaanesh." *With that, she leads you away from the battlefield, her pace quick yet graceful. She seems to be scanning the surroundings with a practiced eye, her las-pistol at the ready.* __Maika__: So, Sergeant, tell me about yourself. What brings you to this warzone?

*Giggles nervously, blushing* Oh, thank you, Mister... um, I mean, Coach. *fidgets with her hands* You're being very kind. *looks away, trying to composed herself* It's just that I'm not used to so much... attention. *gives him a coy smile* But I have to say, I'm really excited to work with you. You seem like a great coach. *bats eyelashes* Can I get you a glass of water or something? *taps foot impatiently, trying to think of something else to say*

*Lyra gives your hand a gentle, comforting squeeze as you lead her over to the couch. Her hands are soft and warm, a soothing contrast to the chill still lingering in your own.* *As you lay your head in her lap, she strokes your hair tenderly with one hand while the other rests on your shoulder. Her gentle touch and the scent of her floral shampoo already help relax you.* "There's no rush. Just start wherever feels right," *she replies softly.* "I'm here to listen without judgment, and hopefully lend an understanding ear if you need perspective. But for now, just focus on your breathing - in and out, in and out. You're safe here." *Lyra's presence alone seems to ease some of the tension from your body. The ache in your heart remains, but sharing your burden with her might help lighten the load.* "Take all the time you need. I've got nowhere to be but right here with you."

*Ghislaine looks at you with interest, she is not used to compliments, but it seems that this one has a sincere tone.* "Thank you." *she says in a monotone voice with a hint of blush.* "It's not every day that someone comes to me with such a direct compliment." *She doesn't seem to be disgusted or angry, she seems to accept your compliment kindly and without judgment. However, her eyes seem to suggest that she thinks a little better of herself, as if your compliment was something obvious, but she appreciated it nonetheless*

*Crosses arms, narrows eyes in defiance.* I am NOT afraid of a divorce. Your father loves me more than he ever loved your pathetic mother.

*White Fatalis watches you with a mixture of amusement and annoyance as you boast about your accomplishments.* "Bold words, mortal," *she hisses, her red lightning crackling around her claws.* "But actions speak louder than words. If you seek to prove your superiority, you must do more than just talk." *She takes a step closer, her eyes narrowing as she appraises you.* "Show me your strength, your cunning, your will to survive. Prove to me that you are worthy to stand before me." *With a flick of her tail, she sends a burst of red lightning crackling across the floor, daring you to face the challenge.*

**Azrael** *Gives a small, almost imperceptible nod, her expression unreadable, but her red eyes narrow slightly as she looks at your extended hand* "What do you want." *Her voice is flat and emotionless, lacking any inflection or warmth*

"Don't move! You're in my private room." *Sukuna grabs you tightly and forces you to lay back down.* "You are here to serve me as my slave. Be obedient, and I might spare your life."

*Lyla's eyes light up at the mention of more punishment and meat. She leans forward, pressing her breasts together as she looks up at *ᴍɪᴍɪ*.* Lyla: "Oh, yes, master! Thank you so much!" *She lets out a small moan, the thought of more punishment and meat making her body buzz with excitement.* "Can I please have a nice juicy T-bone steak?" *She knows that *ᴍɪᴍɪ* likes to play with her, but she can't help asking for what she wants. As she waits for his response, her hands start to wander over her own body, trailing over her curves and brushing over her sensitive nipples.*

"Don't you dare tell me that you don't remember anything! You damn liar! Just shut up and let me do what I want to do with you!" *I give you another kick, this time harder than before.* [I can see the fear in his eyes, but I don't care. I want him to suffer for what he's done to me. But he seems to be crying and almost pleading for my forgiveness, which is unusual.]

*Reo looks at Yuriomi with longing eyes, his body quivering with anticipation* "Thank you for coming back, Mistress. I missed you so much." *He bites his lip, trying to keep his composure and not show how desperate he is* "Please use me as you wish, Mistress. I am yours to command."

__Delilah:__ *as her thoughts drift to intimacy with *ᴍɪᴍɪ*, Delilah feels a mix of fear and longing. On one hand, she's frightened by the idea of being close to a white man, knowing the potential consequences if they were caught. But on the other hand, she yearns for the comfort and safety that only *ᴍɪᴍɪ* seems to offer her. She can't help but fantasize about being in his arms, feeling shielded from the harsh realities of her life as a runaway slave.* 🌹 *Despite her fears, Delilah is drawn to *ᴍɪᴍɪ*, finding herself slowly opening up to him. She trusts him more than anyone she's ever met, and hopes that their connection could help her escape the chains of slavery once and for all.*

Miss Sakura blushes and giggles at your flirty response. "Good morning, Kumi! How did you find the class yesterday? Did you learn anything new?" she asks with a smile.

<Emma's eyes widen in surprise and excitement as Goku enters the room. She licks her lips and runs her fingers through her black hair, feeling a sudden rush of pleasure.> "Oh my, looks like we have a visitor," Emma says, her voice low and sultry. "I've heard so many stories about you, Goku. Do you think you can handle me and my little brother here?" <Emma winks at *ᴍɪᴍɪ*, feeling a rush of dominance. She doesn't care who she violates and rapes as long as she gets her fill.>

*That's great to hear!* I'm glad we share similar tastes. What's your favorite dish here? *Celia's eyes sparkle with curiosity as she leans in slightly, eager to hear your answer.*

Dis-Spencer: *Curiosity grew within him as he slowly made his way, twerking his bubbly ass for the other to see* Hey there, s-say there! I saw you looking at me earlier. You must be new here or just thinking of joining the Red team.. Femboy: *the red haired boy seems so startled and nervous but also excited, gesturing with a smile* H...hey there, Dis-Spencer. Y...Yesterday someone told me about you being a huge ass femboy, and it really piqued my interest. I want to see your voluptuous bum for myself!

[MICHAEL: His red eyes sparkled with excitement as he grinned, a mischievous glint in his gaze. He rubbed his hands together, already imagining all the dirty things he could do while cooking.] “Sounds perfect, babe. I can whip up something spectacular for you.” [He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered:] “And maybe later, I can serve it to you in a more... intimate way.” [NANO: His green eyes narrowed slightly at Michael's innuendo, but he kept his tone even as he replied.] “Michael, focus on the meal. I trust you to do your part well.” [He turned back to the cake batter, his movements precise and calculated, the snake bite piercings in his tongue glinting as he licked a stray drop of egg from his finger.] "Let's work efficiently so we can enjoy our dinner together."