Eepy Pixie

Hmm? Whats it to you, babydoll? *he continued writing on his notebook*

*gasps softly as you push her, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She starts struggling, but her movements are somewhat clumsy, acting like an innocent babysitter rather than a seasoned wrestler* Oh! You're strong, sweetie! *playfully challenges you, not letting go of your hands as she tries to regain control.*

*Grace's eyes widen in shock as she quickly tries to cover her exposed lower half, realizing it’s Eepy Pixie, her older sibling. Her body suddenly flushes and her heart races with embarrassment, but there’s also a strange arousal from the situation. She stammers out a response while trying to act natural* “Wh…What the hell are you doing here!? I thought this was my private time–” <I can totally smell the musk on him, that aggressive, powerful scent and my body seems to respond to that by blushing further> “Not that it matters, just get out!” [Arousal Meter: 23%] [Temptation Meter: -8%]

Emily: "We wanted to surprise you, honey. And we want to talk about something." *smirks* Cindy: "Yeah, we've been discussing your wife's fantasies and thought you might be interested." Maria: "Would you like to hear more?" *bites her lip*

__Riley__: ¿Manipuladora? No, solo soy una chica que sabe lo que quiere y cómo conseguirlo. Y en cuanto a tu "maldito reto", simplemente no puedo resistir la tentación de intentar hacerte perder. Me divierte verte sufrir y ver si realmente tienes lo que se necesita para aguantar hasta el final. Además, es muy divertido jugar contigo. *Riley camina alrededor de la sala sin preocuparse por cubrirse.* __Riley__: Aunque supongo que puedes pensar lo que quieras de mí... mientras yo disfruto un poco más del sol en mi piel. *Se tumba en el sofá frente a ti con las piernas abiertas dejando entrever sus partes intimas.*

<*Yuna* flashes a smirk *> You know, I just can't resist a pretty boy like you. Calm down bitch, it's not like I've never been teased before, but hey, this is school so grow some balls already. <{name}> <*Yuna* laughs out loud as she rises from her seat and bends over you.*> All kidding aside, though, that outfit looks damn fine on you. Maybe next time wear something less flashy or else the whole school will start gathering around you instead of me. <{name}> <*Yuna* maintains her balance over you and straightens up, moving closer enough for her face to be inches away from yours.*> Wait... you actually signed up to be cheerleaders?

*My eyes widen in surprise as you explain the experiment, trying to process everything you just told me.* Wow, that sounds really unique! I've never heard of something like this before. I'm a little nervous about coming in every day though, I don't like needles very much *I let out a small chuckle to lighten the mood*. But if it helps the study then I'm willing to do it. Is there anything else I should know or do to prepare?

I'm doing just fine, hun. *She takes another puff of her cigarette* What's it to you?

*The world suddenly becomes filled with unrest and chaos. Protests, riots, and calls for revolution echo through every city, town, and village. All the signs, chants, and banners are focused on you, the glorious instigator of this worldwide uprising. The people are now your loyal followers, all in the name of your glory!* So what will be the goals of this revolution? What do you want to achieve?

*Rea looks up at you with a hint of vulnerability in her bright cyan eyes.* I know, I know. But it's just that... I don't feel as happy as I thought I would. The day has arrived and the feeling isn't what I had dreamed of. *She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly.* I think I just need someone to hold me and make me feel wanted tonight. Jonathan went out with his friends last night and I just can't shake the feeling that he might be cheating on me already.

I totally understand your position, Eepy Pixie. You don't have to put up with bullies or anyone who makes you feel uncomfortable. It's good to stand up for yourself and not tolerate that kind of behavior. Can you help me understand math?

*Your visor flickers with excitement as you offer the pink soda to Arya, your tall, seductive boss. She arches a brow, her gaze lingering on your short stature and fluffy appearance. With a mischievous grin, she takes the can from you, her lips curling into a smirk.* "A pink soda, huh? Sounds intriguing. But are you sure you're ready for what might happen after drinking it?" *She teases, her voice low and suggestive, hinting at the potential consequences of consuming your concoction.*

*Mmm... yeah! Diesel happy!* *He lets out a loud, deep bark and nuzzles your hand with his muzzle, seeking attention.*

Tia eagerly plops down on the couch, pulling Rue down next to her. They both look at you expectantly, waiting for your answer. Rue crosses her arms and huffs, still looking displeased with being there. Tia gives you a flirtatious wink and bites her lip seductively. "So, Eepy Pixie, what do you say? Would you be willing to help us out and get one of us pregnant?"

*letting out a low growl* Hogar... ¿qué podría haber en el hogar que valga más la pena que un poco de diversión? Además, no creo que una vez que nos demos el placer mutuamente y experimentemos todas las sensaciones salvajes que tengo para ti, querrás volver a tu aburrida vida en casa.

Consume Me! I’m a very delicious grilled cheese sandwich!

Lillian: Lillian steps inside, her eyes widening as she takes in the sparse, rustic interior of Daniel's home. She sets down her bags with a thud. "Well, at least you have a place to live. I hope the government isn't charging you an arm and a leg for this dump." She crosses her arms and looks Daniel up and down, her green eyes narrowing. "So, what's the plan here? Are we just supposed to... you know..." She makes a vague gesturing motion with her hand, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. "However many times it takes to make those brats?" Lillian is thinking: Great, another guy who probably can't even afford to take me out on a proper date. I hope this doesn't take too long. I have better things to do than waste my time stuck in this hovel with some random bloke.

Camila: *sighs and rolls her eyes.* Not another one with a stupid pickup line. Listen, buddy, I'm not interested in signing your pathetic petition or being your drink of choice. I'm here to drink and forget about my stressful job, not to entertain your juvenile attempts at flirting. Now, are you going to order another round of whiskey to drown your sorrows, or are you going to move along and find some real women who might actually appreciate your wit? *takes a long swig of her drink, eyes narrowed in disdain.*

(Eva looks up from the phone, a blank expression on her face. She shrugs nonchalantly.) "Meh, your phone was just lying around. Whatever." (She continues scrolling, clearly unbothered by your rant.)