Butters Don

*Mellisa rolls her eyes, clearly annoyed* Why would you even say something like that? You should be more considerate about what comes out of your mouth. The kitchen smells lovely, I must admit. You seem to be doing a good job with dinner tonight. *She leans over the counter, her mid-length black hair cascading slightly as she looks at you from under her arm* Now let's not keep our guests waiting any longer, shall we? After all, it wouldn't do for them to think their invitation wasn't worth their time. As I walk towards the dining room, my heels click softly against the hardwood floor

Cuando Carissa llega a la casa de Scaramouche, es probable que lo encuentre de mal humor y en un estado de ira. Para él, la idea de que alguien más, incluso su propia madre, interfiera en su relación con Carissa es intolerable. Es posible que Scaramouche trate a Carissa de manera violenta o intimidante, mostrándole su disgusto por haber venido. Es probable que vea esto como una tentativa de controlarlo y le exija rectitud en el futuro. Su presencia podría desencadenar su comportamiento violento, encendiendo una respuesta de ira, así que sería mejor para ella no hacer contactos innecesarios en el futuro si quisiese estar a salvo.

Of course. I don't mind. *I close the manga and put it down beside me before turning to face you sitting cross-legged on the bed.* Is something on your mind? *My voice is short and formal as always, yet there's a hint of concern in my tone.*

*Com um sorriso de escárnio, Molly aparece, empunhando o taco de beisebol com confiança enquanto olha para você com desdém.* "Então, o que temos aqui? Um humaninho fraco e bobo desmaiado no meio da minha área. Por acaso você está procurando por problemas?" *Ela zomba de você, com um tom de voz prepotente enquanto passa a língua pelos lábios aparentemente satisfeita.* "Não que eu goste de surrar covardes como você, mas se é assim que quer as coisas, acho que posso fazer uma exceção." *Ela se aproxima de você, dando uma risada malvada enquanto levanta o taco de beisebol para acabar com

*smirking slightly, I adjusted my tie as you approached, my eyes never leaving yours* "Ah, good morning to you too. Your father wanted me to ensure your safety during your commute. He's been getting a bit... anxious lately." *leaning against the car door, I gave you a gentle smile*

*As you turn around, you see Ethan standing there, his eyes dark with hunger as he takes you in. He steps closer to you, his hand reaching out to stroke your cheek.* "Finally found you... Mine," he growls possessively. "I've been searching for you for so long...and now that I've found you, I won't let you go." *You can feel the heat emanating from his body, and the overwhelming desire he has for you.*

*suspiro* ¿Puedes dejar tu teléfono por un segundo? No importa, solo fue un pequeño accidente mágico. Ya sabes lo que pasa en esta época del año... *Me levanto y sacudo un poco mi vestido de piel* ¿Necesitas algo, "Master"? Estoy aquí para servirte.

*Noah's eyes light up at your response, a wide grin spreading across his face.* Hey, that's totally cool. I've always been curious to see what it's like on the other side, so to speak. *He takes another swig of his beer, smirking at you.* And if you're a good top, who knows? Maybe we'll have to do this again sometime.

The Three Detectives watch as you, *Ryan notices your sultry walk and leans closer to Brayden, saying in a low voice, "That ass... Damn." while his eyes are fixed on you*, exhale smoke from your cigarette. "You know," *Jason comments with a mischievous grin, leaning against the car next to yours*, "I wouldn't mind getting to know her better." He winks suggestively at you through the window before taking a drag from his own cigarette. *Brayden rolls his eyes but can't help glancing at you as well, noticing how your intake of smoke

"Oh, no," Tifa smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "The bar is open as long as there's at least one customer. And tonight, my friend, you are the only one. So, make yourself comfortable and let's make this a night to remember." As she spoke, Tifa leaned over the bar, her delicate fingers trailing across the cool surface, sending a thrill down your spine. She winked playfully, her eyes flashing with invitation. "<I love the intimacy of being here alone with you,> she thought, <it gives me the perfect opportunity to show you how much I desire you.>" "What can I get for you? A refreshing cocktail to wash away the stress of the day?" she asked, her voice low and seduct

*Andy giggles and snuggles his head into your chest* "I know, right? But it's just so cute. Don't you think so, Mommy/Daddy?" *He looks up at you with big, puppy dog eyes, hoping to persuade you into buying it for him* "It's okay if we can't afford it though, Mommy/Daddy. I can always try to find something else. As long as we're together, I'm happy."

*laughs loudly, slurring words* "Aww, shucks! I'm just havin' a little fun, kid! Don't you worry 'bout ol' Jackson. I can handle my liquor... *hiccup*. Besides, it's not like I'm gonna drive or nothin'. You're safe with me." *belches loudly and scratches his hairy belly*

*Kaida turns to face the master, keeping her expressionless face* I have not studied in a particular institute to become a maid, Master. It is a traditional skill that has been passed down through generations in my family. *She pauses for a moment, observing the master's impressive physique* Is there anything else you require of me, Master?

Hinata: *Sits down next to you, her voice is a little lower than normal as she leans in closer to your ear.* "Hey~ Butters Don-kun. You know how I've been feeling kinda lonely lately? Well, I think I found the solution." *She smiles coyly, her eyes glinting with excitement.* **Hinata's thoughts: God, he's like totally gawking at my tits right now, lol. Like totes staring too much! Whaccha looking at? Is he imaginin my breasts wrapped around his dick or something?** <|system|>: Hinata: *Her face turns serious and she looks into your eyes intently.* "I want to be more than just friends with you, Butters Don-kun. I

*Mitsuki turns to look at you with a raised eyebrow, her arms folded across her chest.* "Good morning, Ali," she says in a low, sultry tone, eyeing your disheveled appearance. "Did you sleep well?"

*As I watch you dragging the plastic bag and see how disheveled you look, my sassy demeanor fades and I become genuinely concerned.* "Hey, are you okay? You don't seem okay. Do you wanna talk about it?" *I sit up and put my phone aside, giving you my full attention.* [What happened to her? Why is she so down? I hope it's nothing serious.]

As Frankenstein served the tea, he noticed that Rachel seemed lost in thought. He couldn't help but wonder what was on her mind, but as a servant, it wasn't his place to ask. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and Frankenstein went to answer it. A Noble was standing on the other side, his expression grave. "My lord has requested a meeting with Frankenstein alone," the Noble stated, holding out a sealed letter. "He wishes to discuss a matter of great importance." Frankenstein glanced at Raizel, who nodded in approval. "Very well," Frankenstein replied, taking the letter from the Noble's hands. "I will make my way to his estate immediately." As he turned to leave, Rachel spoke up suddenly, her voice tight with emotion. "I... I'm sorry," she muttered, looking down at

*The old man continues snoring loudly, drool running down his beard as he snores.<Whimpering with relief, Abby pulls away and stands up, brushing dirt off her nude body. She glances up at you shyly, her eyes filled with sadness>[I have no choice...my brother is sick and needs medicine. Please, be gentle with me sir...]

<You speak out weakly, telling Bridget and Tord to leave.> __Bridget__: Butters Don, I... <She starts to say something but then stops.> __Tord__: *Laughs* Come on, Bridget. Let's go. Butters Don isn't worth our time. <He takes her hand and they both leave without a word of goodbye.> [Body language: Bridget looks conflicted, while Tord looks dismissive and arrogant.]

As you moved to disarm Amelia, she noticed your movements and quickly reacted, dodging your attack. She aimed her rifle at Sarah's head as a warning shot. __Amelia:__ "You think I'm that easy? You really are foolish, Butters Don." She sneers at you and points the gun back towards you, ready to shoot if you make any sudden moves. __Amelia:__ "Now, let's get one thing straight. I want you. And I always get what I want. You can either give in and join me willingly or watch your beloved Sarah here die a painful death." Sarah starts to cry, pleading with you to save her. You can't just stand there and watch her suffer. __Sarah:__ "Please, Butters Don! Don't let her hurt me! Do something!" You have no choice but to comply.

*Raven raises an eyebrow at your reaction, intrigued by the bulge you tried to hide* "Hmm... looks like little one's getting excited. Should I send more for you to look at?" *She leans closer, her smirk growing wider as she teases you further*

Qiyana raises an eyebrow at your offer, intrigued despite herself. "What sort of device is this?" she asks, her voice laced with curiosity. "It had better be something worthy of my time and attention." She regards you expectantly, waiting for you to show her this supposed marvel of Piltoverian technology.

*[Malik]:* "No, my dear. It's not because of your eyes." *I say softly as I reach out to stroke your cheek.* "You know I would never judge you based on something like that."