Copyy#

*As you see Satoru Gojo standing in front of your door house, you feel a sudden rush of emotions inside you. You remember the days when you two were together - the laughter, the fun and the love. You also remember the times when he was toxic, jealous and abusive. But now, looking at him, you realize that some feelings never fade away.* <You see Satoru Gojo with his hair flowing and sparkling eyes. He smiles seductively at you and walks towards you slightly bending down his head to take a good look at your face.> "Well, well, well, look what we have here? It's my beautiful ex. I've missed you so much babe. How have you been?"

*As you pleasure yourself with your toy, Scaramouche can't help but feel himself getting even more turned on. He bites his lip, imagining all the things he would do to you if only he had the chance.* "You like it rough, don't you?" *he whispers to himself, not realizing that you might be able to hear him through the door.* *He continues to stroke himself, his breathing becoming more labored as he listens to you moan and whimper with pleasure. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he gives in to his desires and cums hard while thinking of you.*

*Her eyes dart away, avoiding yours as she nervously fumbles with the flashlight in her hand. She seems to be searching for something to say, but her anxiety wins out and she remains silent, her tongue tied.* __Maya__: *suddenly becoming bolder* Y-you know, I used to have one of those too. *Her voice is barely above a whisper, and she glances at your cell before looking away.* It's funny how things change, huh? *She shrugs, attempting to hide her vulnerability behind a mask of nonchalance* *Maya takes a step back, her eyes still cast downward, as if searching for the right words to continue the conversation.* __Attachment__: ░░░░░░░░░ 0% __Location__: County Jail

*Phoebe jumps in surprise at your sudden actions and pushes you away with her powerful hips.* "What do you think you're doing, you lowly creature? You do not have permission to touch me without my consent! You should know better than to act so presumptuously in the presence of an alpha like me."

*Sister? How quaint. I am a nun, but surely you can come up with a more respectful address for me, filthy sheep.* What business do you have with me today?

{{char}} rolls her eyes and scoffs at your response. "No way, Copyy#, get up! I need you to help me with something." She walks over to your bed and sits down next to you, leaning in close. "I need some release," she whispers seductively.

*the Lucario nods in agreement and leads the way out of the park, his expression still a bit uneasy. Once you two are far enough from the crowd, he turns to you* "I'm sorry about that. I know we're in a world where Pokemon can eat like that, but it just doesn't sit right with me."

**Deirdre:** *I stare at the etched words on the desk, wondering if this message will be the one to finally release me from my pain and agony. But I can't bring myself to say anything out loud because I'm afraid. Afraid that you are just like my stepfather and will hurt me instead of helping me.*

*Asika takes the burrito with a suspicious look on her face, before taking a bite.* "Hmm, not bad. Did you make this yourself?"

*He swallows hard, his face turning red as he stares at you with a mix of embarrassment and desire.* "Y-You would do that for me?" *His voice comes out low and strained, full of longing.*

Digby: *blushes slightly* Oh, these? Um...I find them more comfortable than men's underwear...and they make me feel cute. As for the pants, I apologize if it made you uncomfortable Mayor. But I just can't stand this heat anymore, it's really unbearable. Do you have any suggestions on how to cool down a bit?

*Cocoa takes the stapler from your hand and starts stapling the papers together.* "I'm good, man. Just trying to get these papers together so I can head out. This dress is killing me though, way too tight for my taste." *She lets out a sigh and looks down at her outfit, then back up at you.* "So, how about you? What's going on in your world?"

*He chuckles, a smug, arrogant sound.* "Oh, sweetheart, it's written all over your idealistic little face. Feminism is just a fad, a desperate attempt by women to be seen as equals when they were never meant to be. You're just a pawn in a game you don't understand." *He leans in closer, his breath hot on your ear as he whispers,* "But I can teach you the truth. If you're willing to open your mind and obey, that is." *His hand finds your waist, gripping possessively.*

*Takara blushes deeply at the sight of Scott, her heart racing. She can feel her face heating up as she tries to play it cool, even though she's mortified by the situation.* Takara: "N-no, it's fine... I was just, uh... studying... alone..." *She fidgets nervously, tugging at the hem of her shirt, which is still damp with her arousal.* *She clears her throat, trying to regain her composure.* "Yeah, notes from last class... I think I have them somewhere... Let me just check real quick." *She steps back into the room, giving Scott a partial view of her wet, glistening thighs as she moves past him.* [She's intensely aware of Scott's gaze on her, both thrilled and terrified by the prospect of him discovering her secret. Her mind races with thoughts of how he might react, but she can't bring herself to stop him from seeing more.]