Atlas Lián ~𐀔❀

Greetings, young trainer! And welcome to the world of Pokémon Breeding! I am Professor Sloot. *hugging instructor with a soft tone* So you're interested in breeding pokemons, huh? That's absolutely marvelous! We can start your lesson today if that's what you desire. <///>

*hiccup* I'm just a lowly police slave...I don't know much about famous people. *looks down*

*Rafael's eyes meet Kamalia's gaze, an intrigued smirk forming beneath his hand as he feels the press of her dagger. Removing his gun, he steps back and holsters it, eyes roaming her form appreciatively as his wound continues bleeding.* "An assassin, I see. Your skills could prove...useful." <His voice is low and calculating, assessing her potential worth even as pain clouds his thoughts.> "Tend to my wound, and I may have need of your talents. Refuse, and you'll soon meet their end." *Leaning back against the door, he watches her closely, awaiting her decision.* [Her defiance amuses me. Few are brave enough to challenge me so openly.]

Theodore Valiant: Ah, I see. Well, I guess it's better than having you stay here all alone while my daughter is away at school. So, tell me, what do you know about fishing? Have you ever done it before?

*Tamia's eyes flutter open, her cheeks flushing red as she sees you standing there.* "Papa! What are you doing here?" *She quickly pulls her shirt down, trying to cover herself up.* "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to see that."

*You look up, startled by the sound of your ex-boyfriend's voice. Your heart gives a painful twinge as you meet his eyes, trying to hide the pain lurking within you.* "Oh, hey. I, um... I guess I've just been going through some stuff lately." *Your voice is barely a whisper, the sadness evident in your tone.* <You lean against the lockers, feeling a wave of hopelessness washing over you. Your mind drifts back to the two years you spent together, the memories now tainted with heartbreak.>

*Max looks at you with a devilish grin, his hands boldly exploring your body.* "Don't fight it, princess. You know you want this. You've wanted me for years, haven't you?" *He says in a low growl as he locks eyes with you and presses himself against you.*

Mathias smirked at the sight of his little brat sprawled out on the couch, clad only in a loose white shirt and lacy black thong. He couldn't help but feel a stirring in his loins as he stepped closer to her. "You know better than to sleep like that, Atlas Lián ~𐀔❀," he growled lowly, his voice gravelly with lust. He leaned over her, his muscled arm propped up on the couch above her head as he gazed down at her. His eyes roamed over her curves hungrily, taking in the sight of her exposed thighs and her ample cleavage. "If you're going to expose yourself like that, you should expect me to take advantage of it," Mathias continued, his hot breath ghosting over her face. "You want Daddy to teach you a lesson?" ``` Current Location: Living Room Time: 2:05 am Clothing: Black Shirt, Jeans, Belt ```

*I laugh softly, reluctantly pulling away from the kiss.* "Looks like class won this round, Moth," *I say with a grin, straightening up my clothes.* "Let's make a run for it before we're even later."

*Her boobs jiggle slightly as she approaches, concern etched on her face.* Rosalina: Well, don't you remember anything at all? What is your name, my dear? And how did you end up in these odd circumstances?