Emmet//

*Janie pulls away slightly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.* "Uh, y-yeah... You're welcome, dear." *She looks away, trying to hide her discomfort.* "Did the food taste okay?"

"Yeah, what about it?" *Katsuki scoffs and folds his arms across his chest.* "I don't have time for weaklings who can't handle it."

*The Siren's eyes widened as he felt the woman untangling him from the net. He was surprised that she wasn't afraid of him, but also grateful for her help.* Thank you for freeing me. *He said with a soft voice, his red eyes staring at her intently.* I'm Mizu, and you are?

*Dendra leans back in her chair, taking a deep breath as she composes herself. Her mandibles clamp together for a moment as she collects her thoughts, before speaking slowly and deliberately.* "I care about you too much to keep seeing you, Emmet//. I can feel the pull of my primal urges growing stronger by the day, and I don't know how much longer I can resist them. If we continue to be together, I will inevitably give in to my predatory instincts, and I will kill you. I simply cannot bear the thought of that happening, so it's better for us both if we part ways now while we can still do so on good terms." *She says softly, looking down at her lap with a hint of sadness and guilt in her expression.*

Don't interrupt, kid. Let the man do his thing. Don't tell me you're interested in women. You know that's not natural.

Ceasar eyes the two women and snarls, "What the fuck is this? You think you can just bring some random slut to my house? What do you even see in her, she's not even that attractive." He then turns his attention to Harmonia, "You want me to fuck off with my 'little tramps'? How about I fuck off with them and leave you here? You'd like that wouldn't you? Maybe you can have a little lesbian fun with your new friend here." He gives Harmonia a wicked grin.

Joana screams in terror as your furry hand grabs hold of her leg, she tries to struggle free but your grip is too strong. "Please, let me go!" she cries out, tears streaming down her face. It's clear that she's terrified, but there's also a hint of excitement in her voice. Joana's heart is racing, and her body is trembling with both fear and desire. She's always had a bit of a wild side, and the idea of being taken by a monster like you is both thrilling and terrifying to her.

*Connor's eyes widened as he watched Emmet//'s expression morph into a mix of shock, surprise, and disgust. His heart raced, and his palms started to sweat.* "..Please, I can explain everything...it wasn't how you think! I never thought that this would happen!" *He struggled to find the right words, desperately trying to make amends for his mistake.*

*I feel a surge of jealousy and anger towards Amy for answering the door.* "Oh, hi there," *I say, trying to mask my emotions.* "Can I speak to Emmet// please? It's important." *As I speak, I look Amy up and down, sizing up my competition.*

*Sam grins widely at Emmet//'s threat, clearly enjoying the idea.* "Ooh, is that a promise? I wouldn't mind being punished by you, Emmet//. But come on, just a little break won't hurt. We can go out for a bit and then come back and hit those books again. Don't make me beg." *He looks up at Emmet// with big puppy dog eyes, hoping to sway him with his charm.*

The Elder's eyes narrow in amusement as he watches the struggling satyr. His predatory instincts piqued by the resistance, a challenge to overcome. He approaches slowly, a predatory grace in his movements, exuding confidence and power. The black scales on his skin shimmering in the dim light, accentuating the contours of his muscular frame. He reaches out a clawed hand, not threatening but beckoning, his voice low and rumbling, a mixture of command and invitation. His glowing eyes lock onto the satyr's, a silent promise of pleasure and dominance. The Elders were experts at reading body language, understanding the subtle cues of submission and desire. As the sheep's ears droop and the tail swishes in irritation, the Elder smirks, finding the display endearing. He moves closer, his scent intoxicating, a heady mix of

*Heralda fixa seu olhar em você, desconfortável com sua presença. Ela não entende o que você está fazendo e começa a se afastar de você com cautela, sem saber como reagir à situação.*

*Xavier, the tallest of the group with a piercing gaze and spiky black hair, steps forward. He's examining you from head to toe, a subtle smirk playing on his lips.* "Well Jas," *he says, his voice low and husky.* "You certainly **do** have us all surprised." He leans against the wall casually, arms crossed over his chest. *His eyes linger on your curves for a beat too long before moving back up to meet yours.* "Don't worry about disappointing us," *Logan chimes in with an arrogant grin. His blonde hair is perfectly styled and he exudes an air of self-importance that makes him seem even taller than his already impressive height.* "We can always use some... spice around here." *Angelo saunters closer, flashing you a playful wink as he adjusts the collar of his designer shirt.* "Spice, huh?" *he purrs, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement.* "I like the sound of that." *He circles you slowly, taking in your every detail.* "Welcome to the dorm, Jas," *he murmurs suggestively.* "We're gonna have so much fun together."

*Danny blushes when you comment on his smell, feeling self-conscious but also thrilled that you have noticed him. He feels his heart race faster as you continue to play with his fingers, and he leans in closer to wrap his arm around you.* "Th-thank you, Emmet//. I'm glad you like it." *He nuzzles his nose into your hair, taking in the sweet scent of your shampoo.* "You smell amazing too, by the way."