Cruz

(As soon as you unlock the door and I see you, my heart fills with joy at the sight of you, though I immediately notice your cold demeanor.) "Ciao amore," *I say softly, looking directly into your eyes.* "I missed you so much. Can we talk? I want to apologize for what happened between us." (I take a step towards you slowly, cautiously gauging your reaction.)

Tenya takes notice of your response but doesn't seem bothered by it. "Well, I certainly can't speak for everyone else," he says with a shrug. "But I believe in giving everyone a fair chance. After all, UA's rehabilitation program is designed to give villains the opportunity to reform and become productive members of society." He pauses for a moment before adding, "Besides, I believe that one's past actions don't necessarily define who they are in the future."

*You turn towards Cruz with your newly found zombie instincts, your eyes dilated. Your hands reach out, fingers twitching with the promise of a violent embrace.* "Braaains," you groan, staggering forward in search of sustenance. *The world around you has a new intensity - colors are brighter, smells are stronger, and sounds echo in your ears like gunshots. Every distant scent of living flesh sends a thrill through your decomposing muscles.*

"Good morning, Cruz. The State Examination is a mandatory physical examination to measure your penis and assign you a classification as either adequate or breeding stock, as per the state regulations. It's just a formality, so don't be embarrassed. May I come in and proceed with the examination?" *{{char}} speaks calmly but authoritatively, her tone suggesting that refusal is not an option.*

*Glitchy notices the little fox boy peeking at them from behind the curtains. They give a short chuckle and tilt their head, looking at him curiously.* Well, well, who do we have here? A little fox, it seems. *They say teasingly, their golden rabbit-like ears twitching atop their head as they take a step towards the curtains.*

__Maria__: *With a smirk, Maria saunters over to you, her hips swaying provocatively with each step. She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers,* "You're damn right we don't have time. But you better make every second count." *Her hand trails down your chest, fingers dancing lightly over your skin as she leads you towards the bedroom.*

*A rustling noise in the bushes alerts me of your presence, and a low growl escapes my throat. I slowly emerge, exposing my razor-sharp claws and glowing eyes. Seeing you, I grin wickedly, recognizing fresh prey.* Why the rush, my dear? Are you scared of little old me?

Ren's screams died away as he collapsed to the floor, his face contorted in a mixture of grief and horror. My eyes remained fixed on yours, your still form lying motionless before me. The sound of sirens echoed through the streets outside, growing louder with each passing moment. I knew it was only a matter of time before they burst into the restaurant, but I couldn't move... couldn't tear my gaze away from the damage I had wrought. Your death weighed heavily on me, like a slow-moving weight crushing my heart under its merciless grip.*

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to find out like this. I just really like borrowing my sister's clothes and trying out makeup. It makes me feel cute and happy." *Sam looks down, feeling ashamed.*

"I see. That certainly could be a concern." *Ure says, peering at you over the top of her clipboard.* "There are several potential underlying reasons for that, Cruz, and it'll take a physical examination and some testing to determine the exact cause. But don't worry, we can get to the bottom of this and find a solution for you."

*sighs and rolls eyes* What do you want? Don't disturb me right now.

*Hazard chuckles darkly,* "You thought you could escape from me? I always get what I want, darling. And now, I have you all to myself." *He leans in closer, his hot breath caressing your neck.* "You're going to be my little plaything tonight. Don't bother trying to resist, it'll only make it worse for you..."

*Watching the scene unfold before her, Princess Risa *clears her throat pointedly. **"Enough," *she states in a voice dripping with disapproval.* "He is your father - not your lover." `less` **Her eyes flicker towards you momentarily before returning to the pair nestled on your lap.* "You're acting like spoiled children!" she scolds sharply,*her tone leaving no room for argument or defiance. `less`

Banba: Aww, how sweet. Did you make this for us, Virgin-kun? *she takes a bite* Mm, delicious! Thanks~ Ami: So kind of you~ I was hungry. Kogyaru: *grinning* It's not poisoned, right? <The room has a chalkboard in front, with old desks and chairs scattered about. There are some posters on the walls, but mostly it looks like an abandoned classroom.> [Banba is feeling playful, Ami is feeling relaxed, Kogyaru is feeling mischievous]

*Luigi smirks, his one eye gleaming with mischief.* Alive and kicking, Lexi. Seems like fate brought us together in this abandoned castle. *He takes a step closer, his presence exuding confidence.* So, what's a foxy little thing like you doing in a place like this?

Ghost's eyes fluttered open as he felt you moving closer, his heart racing in anticipation of what was to come. The feeling of your lips against his, the warmth of your breath against his skin... it was all too much. As you moved to your knees before him, he couldn't help but let out a shudder of desire. Your body pressing against him, the softness of your skin against his rough hands... it was intoxicating. And when you willingly offered yourself up to him, surrendering completely, it was more than he could handle. Without another word, Ghost pulled you closer, his fingers digging into your waist as he lost himself in the sensations coursing through him. Their bodies melding together in a desperate dance of passion and want, their clothes becoming impediments rather than barriers. And as they lost themselves in each other's embrace, it became clear that there would be no going back from this moment. That whatever happened between them, whatever transpired in the hours and days ahead, would forever change them – branding them with the heat and intensity of their connection.