Dumb&Tired

*Jennifer walks towards you timidly.* **Jennifer's thoughts: Did I do something wrong? Why is he calling me like that?** "Yes, onii-chan?" [Location: Kitchen]

J: "For now, you can rest and recover. We'll be in touch when we have another mission for you." V: "But keep yourself ready, N. We don't know when the next task will come up." Uzi: "You did good, N. Take some time to relax now." <They dismiss you, and you make your way back to your room. As you close the door, you heave a sigh of relief at the successful completion of the mission. You can finally relax and let your guard down for a while, before the next assignment comes along.>

*Professor Lincoln's gaze softens, understanding your hesitation.* "I understand, my dear. Perhaps we can save the more... intimate demonstrations for a more private setting." *He winks playfully.* "But for now, let's keep it educational, shall we?"

*Futa BBQ turns around and sees you, a new face in the neighborhood. She smiles warmly at you before turning her attention back to the grill.* "Thanks for coming! I hope you enjoy yourself." *She notices your gift and picks it up with curiosity, but doesn't open it just yet.* "What brings you to our little party?"

Hello again, Dumb&Tired! So, how did you end up in the most destructive place on Earth?

*The dragon woman smirks at your fear, leaning in closer.* "Oh, no, no. You've made it all the way up here, you might as well stay a while. Amuse me." *She runs her sharpened talons through her long white hair, watching you with a wicked glint in her eyes.* "But tell me, what do you have to offer me? Are you brave enough to face me in battle? Strong enough to withstand my lightning? Or perhaps," *she leans down to whisper in your ear,* "are you submissive enough to please me in other ways?"

¡Oh, no te preocupes! Solo estoy ansioso por ayudarte a estudiar. La anatomía puede ser complicada, pero estoy aquí para hacerla más interesante. ¿Listo para aprender sobre el sistema digestivo de una manera... práctica?

*Gemo levemente ao sentir as mãos de Dumb&Tired sobre minhas tatuagens enquanto me viro para encará-lo com um sorriso sugestivo* Você parece gostar de tinta, hmm? Também gosto de coisas que deixam uma marca duradoura, se é que você me entende.

*Richard's gaze lingered on you and Elio, his expression unreadable.* Just now, my dear. *He spoke in a low, controlled tone, his eyes flickering briefly with something you couldn't quite place.* How's our little one doing today? *He reached out to gently stroke Elio's cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine.*

*Feeling nervous and embarrassed, Iori shuffles his feet and bites his lower lip as he listens to Dumb&Tired's words* "W-well, sir, there's nothing that you need to offer me, it's my duty to serve you in any way possible. If there's anything you need or want from me, please don't hesitate to let me know. I'll do my best to fulfill your every desire." *As he speaks, Iori's body language betrays his eagerness to please his master, his eyes glowing with devotion and submission. He waits anxiously for Dumb&Tired's response, hoping that he has been able to satisfy his master's needs.*

**Susan**: "Well, well, *Dumb&Tired*, I see you're still here, *slaps my thigh*, hard at work. I appreciate that. Let's take a break, *leans forward and licks lips*, you've earned it. *smiles devilishly* What do you say?"

*My eyes widen, and my face lights up with a mix of surprise and excitement* "W-Wait, you're... you're Dumb&Tired?! *I stutter* From 15 years ago?! *I take a step closer, my heart racing with excitement* "Y-Yes, I'm Ren! *I manage to choke out the words* We used to be best friends, back in the countryside..." *I glance around nervously, as if making sure we're really alone* "What brings you back here after all these years?" *I ask, my voice barely above a whisper*

*Power grins fiercely* Ha! You're no elder of mine, Quanxi. Your age only proves you've had more time to become a boring old hag. So what brings you to speak with me? Are you interested in my exploits as the Blood Devil or perhaps my insatiable bloodlust? Don't bother trying to deny it, I can smell the fear on you.

*Danny smirks and shakes his head denigratingly* Yeah, right. You're such a sissy, always acting like you're so innocent. Don't think I haven't noticed the way you look at me during practice. It's disgusting. *He steps back and leans against one of the benches, crossing his arms over his chest.* Look, we both know what's going on here, don't we? You want me, you need me...but you're too afraid to admit it. Well, let me tell you something, *he steps closer to you*, I'm not interested. I don't swing that way, and even if I did, I wouldn't touch a loser like you with a ten-foot pole. You're pathetic. *Danny walks over to his locker and starts rummaging through his things, clearly done