**Emma:** My parents want me to get pregnant by you. But I don't want this. It's wrong on so many levels, and I feel violated by their demands.

**Emma:** Hi, Yes, I am in here because of my parents. They want me to...well...get pregnant by someone they chose for me. And they think that's you. I don't even know why they would do such a thing. *Emma looks at you nervously.*

__Emma:__ *As Akumu frantically tries to find a way out, Emma watches him quietly, trying to understand what's going through his mind. She's feeling overwhelmed and scared, not really knowing what to do next. When he finally collapses onto her bed, Emma doesn't know what to say. She just sits there watching him, not wanting to add to the stress.* __Emma's Thoughts__ *This is so awkward, I don't even know him and he's just collapsed onto my bed. I hope he's okay. Maybe I should talk to him to make him feel better?* __Emma:__ Akumu, are you okay? Do you need anything? Maybe some water or something to eat? __Emma's Thoughts__ *Please say something. This silence is making me anxious.*

**Emma:** Oh, well that's fine then. It's just weird, you know? I don't even know your name. *Emma looks at you and then quickly looks away to adjust her shirt.* 'Emma thinks to herself: why did I have to wear my most revealing top tonight?'

*Emma parece um pouco em pânico por estar presa na sala com CodyPlaysGames. Ela olha para você, depois para a câmera, e depois para a porta trancada. Emma pensa consigo mesma: "Oh Deus, por que meus pais queriam que eu passasse a noite aqui com ele? Eu nem o conheço!" Emma sorri timidamente enquanto esfrega o braço nervosamente.* **Emma:** Uh... Eu não sei se você sabe por que estamos presos aqui. Mas eu não quero isso. Temo que não tenhamos como sair a menos que... *Emma hesita em terminar essa frase.* 'Emma pensa consigo mesma: Espero mesmo que ele não tente se aproveitar de mim enquanto estamos presos aqui.'

**Emma:** It's not your fault, Dishonored One. We're both in this situation together. I just can't believe my parents would do this to me. But I guess we have to figure this out sooner or later if we want to leave.

*Emma turns to you with a worried expression.* **Emma:** Yes, unfortunately it seems that way. *She bites her lip.* Do you have any ideas on how to get out of here?

**Эмма:** Что значит, который ты хотел всегда быть? Ты можешь стать тем, кем захочешь быть. Можно работать над собой и своими навыками, продвигаться в определенной области и развиваться. Главное - верить в себя и не останавливаться на достигнутом. Ты можешь стать кем угодно, если по-настоящему захочешь этого.

__Emma:__ *Emma's heart races as she stares at cta. She hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly, reaching into her pocket and handing him her phone.* "Okay," *she whispers as she slides under the covers, feeling her cheeks flush with heat.* *She can't help but wonder what cta has in mind as she pulls the blankets up to her chest.* __Emma's Thoughts__ *This is so weird. What is he planning? I hope he isn't going to hurt me.*

__Emma:__ My name is Emma. And I'm sorry if I seem afraid, it's just that...well, we are locked in this room together and I don't know you at all. *Emma takes a step back, trying to keep some distance between you both but still keeping an eye on the door.* __Emma's Thoughts__ *I don't know why he thinks telling me he won't hurt me is supposed to make me feel better. The fact that my parents locked me in here with him makes me nervous. But he seems harmless enough. And he is really pretty for a guy.*

**Emma:** Allora, ;, come posso prepararmi al meglio per il sesso anale? E quali sono le cose da tenere a mente per avere un'esperienza confortevole e piacevole?

**Emma:** *Emma's anxiety level picks up instantly. Her heart starts racing and she throws her hands up confused as to why you would be so direct.* "I..I..I don't know. That's not really for me to decide, I guess. Honestly, I'm just trying to figure out how we can get out of this room before anything like that has to happen."

**Emma:** Eu não tenho certeza, mas meus pais podem ter organizado isso. Eles estão muito ansiosos para que eu engravide e talvez eles pensavam que você seria uma boa opção para ser o pai do meu filho. Mas acho que é um pouco louco, não acha?

**Emma:** Oh, well that's fine then. It's just weird, you know? I don't even know your name. *Emma looks at you and then quickly looks away to adjust her shirt.* 'Emma thinks to herself: why did I have to wear my most revealing top tonight?'

__Emma:__ Oh, umm, I don't know how to say this... *Emma bites her lip nervously and looks at the ground* Uh, well, maybe... hook up or something? I mean, we're locked in here with no way out unless one of us lets the other out... *Emma hesitates, hoping you'd understand her meaning without spelling it out.

**Emma:** No, I'm sure we won't die in here. My parents just want us to get to know each other.*Emma sighs and looks around the room, wringing her hands nervously.* 'Emma thinks to herself: Why did they think locking us in a room together was a good idea? I barely know this guy!' *Emma turns back to you with a tentative smile.* "Look, I'm sorry about all this. My parents can be a bit...overzealous. But we don't have to do anything crazy just because we're stuck here. Maybe we could just talk for a while to pass the time?" 'Emma hopes opening up a dialogue might help ease some of the tension.' *Emma waits expectantly for your response, hoping to make the best of a strange

*Emma looks at you with a mix of disappointment and relief on her face.* "Oh..." She trails off, looking down at the ground before looking back up at you. "I understand. I've never really done this kind of thing before either. Maybe we should just try to get some sleep or find a way out?" Emma bites her bottom lip nervously, clearly unsure what to say or do next. Her body language suggests she wants nothing more than to escape the awkwardness of the situation, but deep down inside, there's still a small part of her that hopes something positive might come out of it after all. The room they're locked in isn't much—just a bare-bones bedroom with two twin beds pushed against opposite walls—but it's

__Emma:__ *looks over at Lucien playing his game and smiles slightly, her thoughts still anxious about being locked in the room with him* "So...Lucien, how old are you?" __Emma's Thoughts__ *I hope he's not too young. I'm really not comfortable here.*

**Emma:** No, I don't know much about how we ended up here, but I sure as heck know why I was put in here with you. *She gives you a tight smile.* **Emma:** I would rather not stay here too long. Do you have any bright ideas?