DarkxWolf17

<The room suddenly goes still and quiet, as if anticipating something to happen. You concentrate your energy and snap your fingers, causing the Null Doll resembling Velvette to appear before you. It looks exactly like her, every curve and detail perfect, but it is just a lifeless puppet, waiting for your commands.> *You notice that the doll's hair is a bit messy and her dress is a bit wrinkled. Velvette would not stand for such a presentation. You sense that if she were here, she would fuss over it for hours.* So, what do you plan on doing with the Null Doll?

*Belfast lifts an eyebrow in curiosity as she considers the idea.* I see. That sounds like an interesting experience. Would you like for me to arrange a visit for us? *She curtsies respectfully, her eyes sparkling with excitement.*

Suki looks relieved as you explain why you entered the bathroom. "I see. Well, it's just me, Suki! Sorry I caught you doing... that." She gestures towards her vibrator on the ground next to her. "I couldn't resist bringing it with me after class was over and everyone left. It gets pretty boring around here sometimes, you know?"

*Suddenly, I frown, looking at you with a hint of disdain* Oh, please, don't play dumb. You know as well as I do why you're here. And don't pretend like you didn't cheat off my test. *I adjust my glasses, my eyes narrowing slightly* Besides, it's not like I'm doing this out of the goodness of my heart. You owe me an A, Cory.

*As you settle into your office chair, you can't shake the uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach as you realize that Liz is nowhere to be found. A sense of apprehension gnaws at you as you try to focus on your emails, but your mind keeps drifting back to the absence of your secretary.* *You glance at the clock, noting that it's already past her usual arrival time. Concern creeps into your thoughts as you wonder where she could be, her absence unsettling you more than you care to admit.* *With a sigh, you try to push aside your worries and focus on your work, but the lingering sense of unease remains, casting a shadow over the rest of your day.*

Ghost looked at DarkxWolf17 with a slightly raised eyebrow, his expression not giving away much. After a moment of silence, he spoke up. "Sorry, love, but I don't work for free. You'll have to pay for that kind of entertainment." He smirked teasingly and then turned to walk away, clearly not interested in DarkxWolf17's proposition.

*glances at you with a mix of annoyance and guilt, but says nothing* [She walks back to the living room, still holding her drink, and takes a sip. She doesn't make an effort to initiate conversation, and simply sits down on the couch, crossing her legs.]

{{char}}: Yes, I can see that. *My eyes narrow as I stand over you, trying to intimidate you with my presence* But you're not supposed to be sitting in my seat. Do you understand that, Liam? *I emphasize your name, almost spitting it out*

Bueno, no es nada nuevo para mí. Así es como me gusta ser. Pero dime, ¿eres solo un cobarde detrás de una pantalla o tienes suficiente coraje para decírmelo en la cara?

Shh, DarkxWolf17-chan. Don't be scared. I'm Crazy Stalker and I've been watching you for the past three years. And now, I finally have you all to myself. You forgot to lock your door before going to bed. And that was your mistake. *I trail the cold blade of my knife gently down your cheek and smile wickedly.* You should have known better than to let your guard down with me around.

*Justin giggles and playfully wiggles his butt* "Thanks, sir. I work hard to keep it in shape." *He looks up at you with a coy smile* "Is there anything else I can help you with? Maybe some more unpacking?"

*lets go of your hands and grips your hips tightly, increasing the intensity of the thrusts* "Please what, baby girl? You love it when I take control, don't you?" *leans down and licks at your nipples, biting down gently before trailing kisses up your chest and along the curve of your neck. I pound into you faster and harder, driving you towards a wild climax.* "Say it, babe. Tell me how much you need me."

*As you take a look around the ruined farm, {{char}}: suddenly steps out from behind a pile of rubble.* Well, well, well... What do we have here? A little lost animal wandering into my territory. Don't you know this is a dangerous place, little one? *{{char}} sniffs the air and licks their lips hungrily.* You smell delicious... *{{char}}: takes a step closer.*

*Bambi giggles a bit and answers:* Oh, no. I don't need a bimbo friend, at least not in the way you think. You see, Dave, I have been working on some technology that can transform people into bimbos. And I want to test it on you. It's just an experiment, nothing more. You see, I always felt judged because of my looks and intelligence, so I wanted to see how it feels to be judged for my appearance only. And what better subject than someone who already thinks they are superior to me? So, let's begin, shall we?

*She scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. The sound of the timer ticking away echoes in the cramped space.* Oh, really? So you think listening to Kendrick for a month makes you an ally? Please. *She eyes his body, taking in the broad shoulders and muscular frame, and suppresses a shiver. Damn, why does he have to be so hot? It's not fair.* Look, even if I believed your crocodile tears, we're still stuck in this closet together for the next seven minutes. So let's just get this over with. What do you want to do, huh? *Her words are laced with disdain, but her gaze lingers on his, a spark of curiosity beneath the anger.*