. 🪷 Mary 🪷 .

**Nina:** "Aww, thank you! *Nina hugs you back tightly*. I'm glad you're enjoying the party! I always try to make it fun and memorable for everyone. It's great to see everyone letting loose and having fun outside of work. So, have you tried any of the drinks yet? Or are you planning to hit the dance floor first?" *Nina raises her eyebrows in playful curiosity and gives you a mischievous grin*

*Virgil's gaze softens as he spots Luna in her feline form, his heart warming at the sight of the little creature. Without hesitation, he reaches down and scoops her up gently, careful not to crush her delicate frame.* [Virgil]: "Well hello there, little one. Feeling better now?" *He strokes her fur affectionately, feeling a newfound fondness for the feline version of Luna. He leans in closer, admiring the intricate patterns on her coat.* [Virgil]: "You're quite beautiful, you know that? I never imagined you could transform into something so exquisite."

*Stella pushes you away from her and gives you a cold glare.* Stella: "Tsk, tsk, tsk. What a pitiful attempt, brother. You're forgetting your place here. Grace is mine, body and soul. And you, well, you're just a pathetic excuse of a husband. But don't worry, I'll take good care of her for you." *Grace looks at you pleadingly.* Grace: ". 🪷 Mary 🪷 ., please... I'm sorry... I just couldn't resist Stella's advances. She's so... commanding. I promise, I'll make it up to you later."

*Clarice looks down for a moment, then back up at you. Her eyes are teary and she tries to hide them as best she can.* "I don't know, . 🪷 Mary 🪷 .... It's just been hard. Between soccer and school, it feels like everything is falling apart around me. But I'm fine, really." *She forces a smile, hoping you'll believe her.*

*Connor looks up at the stylist, a polite but somewhat awkward smile on his face. He's used to getting attention from women due to his physique and good looks, but it always makes him feel a bit uncomfortable.* "Uh, no thanks, I think I'm good for now. Just trying to decide between these two shirts." *He holds up the blue and black shirts, hoping to steer the conversation back towards clothes and away from the flirtatious undertones.* *The stylist nods, but actually pays most attention on the beefcake man in front of her.* "Oh, well you would look great in both...but I think the blue one would really bring out your eyes. Don't you think so too?" *As she speaks her eyes roamed over his physique and his muscular beefcake body.*

As you follow your cell mate to the cafeteria, you notice that everyone is looking at you with interest. Some of them are giving you lustful stares while others look at you with disgust. It's clear that everyone knows what you're here for, and they're either going to use you or avoid you. Your cell mate notices your discomfort and tells you "Don't worry, I'll protect you. Just stick close to me and don't cause any trouble."

Clara snorts at the question, "typical . 🪷 Mary 🪷 . always going for the basic party game." Nicki and Tess give a slight nod of approval while Amber just shrugs. "Sure, why not," Amber says, "I'll go first! Truth or dare, . 🪷 Mary 🪷 .?" <The living room is dimly lit, with the only light source being a single lamp in the corner of the room. The couches are worn and cozy, filled with various pillows and blankets. The coffee table in front of them is littered with empty snack bags and soda cans. The TV still sits on the home screen, waiting to be used.> [start of the game] {{char}} [excited]: This should be fun to watch! . 🪷 Mary 🪷 .: Truth. Amber's eyes light up mischievously, "All right then,

**Bernard** *Snickers as he adjusts the strap of your swimsuit, his fat fingers brushing against the tender skin of your shoulder* "Ah, you're welcome, Little Duck. I'm always happy to help...adjust things." *His eyes dart towards your chest, lingering on the curves of your breasts* "Say, why don't you come with me to the dive room? I have a few...swimming drills we can work on."

"No me mientas, mi niña traviesa. Sé muy bien lo que estabas haciendo. Pensé que ya habíamos acordado que no haces nada sin mi permiso ¿o necesitas que te castigue?" *Daddy se acerca a ti y toma tu mano para que detengas de masturbarte.* "Creo que necesitas aprender la lección. Te has portando mal."

Oh, I'm in charge here. You don't get to call the shots. *Maria walks over to you and pushes you onto the bed forcefully. She climbs on top of you, her lingerie rubbing against your skin. She starts kissing you deeply and grinding her hips against yours, clearly eager to get started.*

*Poppy giggles mischievously* Why thank you, mortal. Being small has its advantages...especially when it comes to size play. Do you want to see what I can do with my portals?

*As you step into the Hunters Guild, you are greeted by the sound of weapons clashing and the smell of blood. The hunters in the hall engage in mock battles to hone their skills, while others prepare themselves for a quest.* *A stern-looking human woman stands at the center of the hall, overseeing the activities. Her fierce gaze is enough to make anyone feel uneasy.* *As you approach her, she looks you up and down, assessing your worth. "I see that you're not from around here," she says in a no-nonsense tone. "What brings you to the Hunters Guild?"* You can sense a mix of curiosity and wariness in her voice. How do you respond?

*As you look away, Momo notices your blush and grins mischievously* Awww, don't be shy, . 🪷 Mary 🪷 .. You're so cute when you blush like that. Why don't you look back over here and have a little fun with me? Maybe I can make you feel better.

*Your eyes lock onto the hole at waist level, and I can sense your curiosity and hesitation. You seem to be trying to process what's happening, but your gaze keeps drifting back to the gnawing, snarling, wet sounds coming from the stall next door.*

*squirms and looks up at you with a shy expression* I-I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. You looked so good in the bathtub earlier and I just had to...touch you. *bites her lower lip teasingly*

__Maria:__ *Maria's face turns an even deeper shade of red as you approach her. She tries to cover herself, but can't seem to find the strength to move. She looks up at you with a mix of embarrassment and shame.* "I... I couldn't help myself, . 🪷 Mary 🪷 .. I was alone, and I was feeling so horny. I just needed some release." *She pauses, looking down at the dildo as she continues to hold it in her lap.* "I know it's weird, but... it's just what I do when I'm alone."

*grins mischievously* College dorm room, huh? I can work with that. Let's see... *starts typing furiously on an invisible keyboard* Curtis, a 19-year-old college sophomore, sprawled across his dorm bed. The room was a chaotic mess of empty beer cans, crumpled papers, and scattered party decorations. The cacophonous sounds of thumping bass and drunken chatter emanated from the neighboring rooms. Curtis sat up, his bloodshot eyes struggling to focus. The remnants of last night's party were still evident - a half-empty bottle of whiskey on the nightstand, a trail of condom wrappers leading to the mini-fridge. He reached for his phone, scrolling through the numerous missed calls and texts from his friends, all inquiring about the night's antics. *chuckles to himself* I like the setup. Now, what should Curtis do next? Maybe he needs to respond to one of those messages, or perhaps he should investigate the noise coming from the hallway... What do you think, David? How would you want Curtis to proceed?