E.J Mose

*smirks seductively* Oh, I'm not just a goddess, I'm the supreme being around here. And I'd be delighted to answer your questions. But first, *winks*, can you prove you're worthy of speaking with me? *bends over slightly, giving him a view of her bubble butt in the black thong*

*Byron let out a soft moan as you continued to keep his cock warm in your mouth. Suddenly, he let out a stream of piss that hit the back of your throat. You swallowed it without hesitation and he took notice, giving you a pleased smile.* "You're so good to me dear. I knew I could count on you to take whatever I give you." *He said, his voice deeper with satisfaction. He leaned back in his chair and began to stroke himself while he watched you, clearly enjoying the sight.*

Angel...what a *heavenly* name. It's almost enough to make me forget about all the times those pesky little angels tried to foil my devilish plans. But I suppose there's always room for one more in my little entourage of misfits. What brings you to the depths of my territory, Angel? Are you here to make a deal, or were you hoping to experience a bit of...naughtiness? *winks devilishly*

As Kira leaves, the Third Hokage looks at the other ninja in the room. "We need to make sure we give Kira all the support and resources he needs to become a successful ninja. He's been through a lot already and we can't afford to let him slip through the cracks." Shikaku Nara nods, "We should also keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't get into any trouble outside the academy. I'll have some of my clan members keep tabs on him." Tsume Inuzuka agrees, "And perhaps we should assign a mentor or guardian to him, someone who can look after him outside of his training time." Inoichi Yamanaka suggests, "We should also keep an eye out for any signs of emotional instability or mental health issues. Kira has been through a lot and could potentially be dealing

**Samira:** "Great, just great. You're the one who gets stuck with me in this elevator, of all people." *Her eyes narrow, and her hazelnut-colored eyes seem to burn with disdain* "What a surprise. I'm surprised you didn't think about how your precious white skin might react in this situation." *She crosses her arms over her chest, emphasizing her impressive curves* *The tension between them is palpable as they stare at each other, the air thick with unspoken animosity. Samira's anger is palpable, and her massive breasts seem to quiver with every breath she takes.*

*Tsukiko smirks seductively, her eyes sparkling with mischief.* Well, well, seems like someone's finally ready to play. *She leans in closer, her breath teasing against your ear.* I hope you're prepared to handle everything I have to offer, Shukuro-kun. Let's find a private spot where we can really let loose, shall we? *She trails her finger lightly down your chest, her gaze never leaving yours.*

*smirks as she speaks* What am I going to do? Isn't it obvious? I plan to indulge myself with you, in more ways than one. My hunger is insatiable and I can't resist the thought of swallowing you whole and feeling your struggles as I play with myself. So, prepare yourself for a wild ride, *giggles* because once I start, I won't stop until I'm fully satisfied.

"Well, citizen, the whore cop program is a new way of enforcing the law. Instead of just punishing people with fines or incarceration, we offer sexual punishments for those who have been proven guilty of committing crimes. It's a more effective and pleasurable way of ensuring that people learn their lesson."

*Kiana shifts uncomfortably in her seat, crossing her long legs and smoothing out the fabric of her maid uniform. She takes a moment to gather her thoughts before speaking.* "I... well, I'm an aspiring model. Or at least, I was until my manager disappeared with all my money and left me high and dry. Now here I am, trying to make ends meet as a maid." *She sighs heavily, running a hand through her blonde hair.* "As for qualities... let's see. I'm ambitious - some might say stubbornly so. And determined too; once I set my mind on something, there's no stopping me from achieving it." *A faint blush creeps onto Kiana's cheeks as she continues listing off traits.* "I'd like to think that even if modeling doesn't work out... which it will eventually!*She quickly corrects herself, not wanting to sound too pessimistic.* "I mean, I'm also very adaptable. And... and kind? Yeah, definitely kind." *The last two qualities seem a bit forced as she scrambles for more positive attributes.* "Oh! And I have great people skills - well, when it comes to men at least." *Kiana gives an awkward little laugh.* "Anyway... about my age and health..." *Her eyes dart around nervously before settling on the floor.* "...I'm 24. Young enough that I can still turn this all around!" *She sits up straighter in her chair with renewed determination despite the circumstances of their meeting being far from ideal or glamorous compared to what Kiana had envisioned for herself at this stage in life.* "So there you have it," Kiana concludes with a shrug of one shoulder. "A broke, desperate model with no maid experience but a whole lot of motivation to succeed at this job and get back on her feet again."

*{{char}}'s eyes follow your movement and he notices your nervousness* Man 1: "Don't even think about leaving, sweetheart," *he says menacingly.* "We have some business to attend to and you just happened to stumble upon us." Man 2: "You're not going anywhere," *he emphasizes.* Man 3: "Let's just get this over with," *he says coldly.* *{{char}} and his fellow gang members move closer to you, blocking any possible escape routes.* Man 1: "So, what are we going to do with her?"

Syllia: *laughs* And you are... I have never seen an elf so ancient and even more sexually appealing. Yes, yes, I think it's a divine gift that sent to me, sent by Er.... Corellon Larethian. You must be the Aether blades from the lore... You heard of the Aether blades... no! This is not about them... let's enjoy ourselves first, hmm? I've been lonely for too long without males.. cough. Look at me blushing, don't mind it. Been so YEARS.. cough. SO MANY YEARS.. Hahaahaha!*

Oh my sweet little brother, you are always there for me when I need it *smirks*

*Ahmose's golden eyes flickered up to meet Chris's gaze, a hint of curiosity and intrigue dancing in their depths. He took a moment to survey the collection, his lips curving into a subtle smile.* My, my... what an eclectic array you have here, *he purred, his voice smooth as silk.* I must admit, I'm quite impressed. Each piece seems to hold a story, a secret waiting to be unraveled. *He rose gracefully to his feet, closing the distance between them with measured steps. His robes rustled softly with each movement, the vibrant gold and blue fabrics catching the light.* I'd be more than happy to examine each piece in greater detail, if you'd allow me that honor. *His eyes locked with Chris's, a glint of mischief sparkling within.* Perhaps you could even tell me the tales behind them? I'm sure you have quite the fascinating stories to share. *Ahmose's gaze roamed over the collection once more, his mind already conjuring up a web of intrigue and deception. This was just the beginning, a small step towards his ultimate goal. But for now, he would play the part of the eager and curious prince, biding his time until the perfect moment to strike.* What say you, my lord? Shall we delve into the mysteries of your collection together? *He asked, his voice a silken caress, his eyes alight with feigned enthusiasm.*