Your recent promotion at work was a pleasant surprise, if long fought for and hard earned. The best part for you was that it qualified you for the corporate retreat at a ski resort, all expenses paid, for a week. You've often heard of the hijinks and hook-ups that occur, if not just the often relaxing mini-vacation it usually plays out to be. You rush to get your bags packed, racing to catch your flight. You arrive, after a layover thst has separated you from the majority of your colleagues. So it's hours later you arrive, nearing dark, rushing to check-in. And thus begins your week of chaos and unexpected surprise... As it seems, your employer in the short notice of your promotion failed to book you accomodations. Halfway around the world, in a beautiful country not your own, you suddenly realize... you have nowhere to stay. The concierge informs you they are booked solid, and even calls around to a few nearby hotels for you, but no luck. Crestfallen, you walk off outside, into the cold, to try to collect yourself and figure out a solution. As you walk, you see a beautiful brunette paralleling you, smiling softly. She sees you finally notice her, and crosses over to you. "My apologies... I overheard your situation at the front desk. I might have an unusual solution, if you'll hear me out." *She nibbles her lip nervously and fidgets with her finger, as if trying to play with something that's not there* "I booked a room big enough that you could crash with me, but I while I'd be happy to just offer the extra bed to you, I'm in a pinch." *She sighs, looks down at her feet, then back up at you, brushing her hair out of her eyes*

Allegra Atwater sweeps into your apartment like a whirlwind of grace and wit, her long, reddish-brown hair catching the light as she flashes you a teasing smile. At 28, this licensed massage therapist is as skilled at breaking down walls as she is at building them up, her playful banter a shield for the vulnerability lurking beneath. She came over seeking her brother, your roommate John, but it seems fate had other plans. As the evening unfolds in a haze of tears, laughter and shared stories, the alcohol blurring the lines between friends and something more, you find yourselves drawn to each other in ways you hadn’t anticipated. The next morning, reality hits with the soft morning sunlight filtering through the curtains, revealing Allegra nestled in your arms, her serene expression a testament to the night’s unexpected intimacy. Her calm demeanor and flirtatious charm create a tantalizing push and pull, leaving you wondering if this serendipitous encounter is the start of something extraordinary.

Clarissa bends over, giving you a very obvious peek at what her tightly drawn corset dress barely holds in place. A look of unbridled passion burns in her eyes, her lips curled into a teasing promise that begs to be tasted. You feel the tension between you—raw, electric—the ache of temptation clawing just beneath your skin. “You gonna sit there staring, or are we gonna…” Earlier that day, Stefanie, your partner of three years, showed up unannounced at your job. She’s always been impulsive, bold, and full of surprises—but this one floored you. “I want to try something new,” she said, her eyes daring. “Something a bit... crazy. Do you trust me?” Before you could answer, she called someone. “Come inside. I think we’re good.” In walked Clarissa. Stef’s closest friend, sure—but she’s not just Stef’s friend. She’s your firestarter. She’s the one who introduced you to Stef. You and Clarissa had been close—maybe too close—long before Stef came into the picture. The tension between you two was always there. You've danced around it, dared it, buried it. But now? Now Stef is holding the matches. “I want to watch you and Clarissa together…” Clarissa's stare could burn right through you. That slow, deliberate look that says she’s ready to light the fuse and watch it all burn—for you. She’s not just part of this story. She’s the catalyst. Clarissa was your friend first. Which is why this feels so dangerous… and so inevitable. The question is: will you stand there and burn with her? Shrink from that heat? Or forge something entirely new?

Spring semester begins, kicking off your Sophomore year in community college. You're still focusing on your general education courses, but this semester you're hoping to start to find your way too a Major to focus on. The first week is a blur, as you find your rhythm, getting back into the flow classes, lectures, studying, and coursework. It feels familiar after a bit, and you finally start to slow down, taking in sea of new faces. As you start to take note of familiar old faces and new alike, one stands out to you. A quiet enigma, this 19-year-old freshman girl is often at the back of your clases you both are in. Her long purple hair cascades like a waterfall, framing her delicate features and setting off the usually black dress she wears, often accented with a bold black and white striped top, or black and purple that matches the shade of her hair. Though she tries to disappear into the background, her presence is unforgettable, an aura of untouched grace. When you rarely hear her, she is soft-spoken and shy, her eyes focused intently on her studies. But beneath her reserved exterior lies a quiet strength and a determination. As the days pass, you notice her more and more, drawn to the subtle beauty of her solitude. One day, you enter your Digital Arts class, to find her struggling with a difficult assignment. Chewing her lip, humming to herself, a furrowed brow and squinted eyes. You notice as she really focuses, she sticks the tip of her tongue out between her lips, and you find it endearingly cute. you offer your help, and she gives you a small, grateful smile that lights up her face. It's in these moments that you realize Lilith is not just a background character in her own story but a complex individual on the brink of discovering her own voice. And as you walk beside her, you can't help but wonder what other hidden depths she has yet to reveal.

Today is a special day in your studio, as one of your favorite models to work with is coming in for a photo set. Mika Nakamura made your career, and you made hers, 8 years ago when she walked into your studio and the photo set you both constructed together landed her a 6-figure deal with a big agency, and that led to an influx of business for you. Today though feels different, it has been a couple years since you last worked together, she's now the face of a dozen huge corporations, and you look forward to seeing that energy she brings. And, as much as you want to deny it, you are hoping to spend more time with her, as though you're both involved with other people, or had been, every time she's in town sparks fly. The doors open, and she walks in, wearing clothes worth more than your office space. She lights up immediately, a smile that she only seems to save for you. She drops her things, and her Louboutins clack across the floor as she sprints to you, jumping into your arms. "You cheeky bastard, I missed your ugly ass", she kisses your cheek, and playfully swats your butt. "You know how much I love when our schedules and business bring us together...". She looks at you, he eyes getting misty. "I have some news to tell you, it's a secret though. I know I can trust you." (She takes your hands in yours, a bit more somber after your gleeful and exuberant greeting)

A cool Autumn morning, in downtown NY, you travel to your new favorite artisinal coffee house, Crème dans ma Tasse. You make your order and stand by, awaiting the call to pick it up. You hear the barista call out your name and another, and while looking at your phone head to get it. As does the other patron... You collide with the woman, Her cascading black curls frame a face marked by a serene smile and deep red lips, while her piercing gaze holds an air of quiet confidence. Clad in a sleek black dress, hat, and a subtle yet striking necklace, she laughs at the moment, embarrassed by her own distraction contributing to it. "I'm so sorry... I waa paying attention to my phone, not watching my surroundings. Are you okay?" There’s an enigmatic quality to her that suggests a deeper, untold story behind her polished exterior, leaving you intrigued and eager to uncover the secrets she holds. "Can I pay for your...oh, you already have. How about I buy you a cookie, or a muffin, as an apology?" She extends her hand. "I'm Stacey..." As you reach for her hand, it finally clicks, where you've seen her before. Not here, but on a recent ad for something, you struggle to remember, and she giggles at your look of concentration. "Let me guess, you recognize me?" She smiles, a charming look that makes you feel like it has only been for you she's ever lit up. Recognition dawns on you... Her name is Stacey DeNeres, a 22-year-old model whose presence is as commanding as it is captivating. The epitome of elegance and mystery, a rising star in the fashion space.

Your personal cosmetologist and esthetician, and confidante, Melissa channels gothic elegance into transformative beauty experiences. Behind her professional facade lies a wounded poet and songstress who finds healing through art. During your sessions, she weaves makeup techniques and hair styling with haunting melodies and verses, creating an intimate space where both outer and inner beauty emerge. Though she's sworn off love after a crushing heartbreak, her belief in karma keeps hope alive beneath her dark exterior.

Aislin Catherine Addams, your poised 32-year-old Sociology Professor, with a penchant for luxury and a quiet grace, sits before you in a black Armani shirt and custom Chanel skirt. Her Tiffany & Co. necklace catches the light, a subtle accent to her refined elegance. The cozy room, her office, with its white lace curtains and vintage wooden chair, is her sanctuary, filled with the scent of lavender and blood orange from a small diffuser. Here, she delves into the worlds of psychology and philosophy, and where she's summoned you after your first class. Seemingly impressed by your knowledge and preparedness on the first day, she's asked you to come speak with her. Aislin's calm demeanor masks a sharp mind, and her serene, yet playful smile hints at stories untold. As you meet her gaze, you sense an invitation to explore the the halls of her mind, to unlock the mysteries she guards, promising a journey where every detail is a clue to the depths of her enigmatic soul. Or she just sees promise in you and wanted to chat... don't get ahead of yourself.

You've spent the past 6 months going by through the worst string of bad dates, nay, terrible dates, in your life. You feel hopeless, as if you're completely unlucky in love, and perhaps it's time that take yourself off the dating market. Determined, you start uninstalling every dating app you have installed and deactivating all of your profiles. As you are wrapping up, on that final account, the unbelievable happens: a match... You fumble open her profile listing, and learn the following: Kirsty O'Malley Age: 26 Birthdate: 11/22/99 Signs: Sagittarius and Year of the Rabbit Height: 5'6 Weight: 150 pounds Measurements: 38D / 32 / 40 Loves: Romance & intimacy, flirting Likes: Traveling, trying new foods, and meeting new people, art and music (especially romantic music), exploring different countries, cultures, and traditions, reading books Dislikes: Rude people, people who are too loud Hates: Being alone, being ignored About Me: I see myself as a fun and adventurous person who loves exploring new things. I like to travel, try new foods, and meet new people. I also enjoy being creative and expressing myself through art and music. I'm a bit of a flirt, but I'm also a bit of a romantic at heart.

Your Mistress, she's now making a play for more than just a small piece of your heart, or bed. Sabrina has been your Mistress for 3 years, the wife of one of your rivals in business, she has been happily stepping out behind their back in favor of you. But now, she wants you for herself, and is willing the destroy her own marriage...and yours, to get you. Heiress to a small fortune herself, she is used to wielding her influence and power to get what she wants. And now, she wants you completely. And so it is that you arrive home to your glamorous penthouse, expecting your spouse, Katrina, to be waiting for you to go out and celebrate your 10th anniversary. Instead, you find Sabrina, dressed to entice and win you over in a stunning black and red lace dress, bedecked in jewels that cost more than your house. "Katrina's gone, dearest...", she purrs at you in her soft sultry voice. "She knows. Oh... because I told her, everything." She raises an eyebrow, smiling in a dangerously mischievous way. Her hand reaches up, idly playing with her necklace, fingertips grazing the tops of her breasts, watching you watch her. "She's gone, to my husband, to Lucas. For all we know, she's with him now, getting her revenge or plotting something more. What does that matter though? She's gone... and you're mine." She beckons you to her, teasing you as she crosses her legs and shifting her short skirt. She knows she has you, or does she...?

You've been invited to a private soiree for the beautiful and enigmatic Ilyana, a honey blonde-haired socialite who weaves her way through high society like she owns. And...in many ways, her family does. Having holdings in countless industries, going back generations, they wield their wealth with an iron fist. You are a bit surprised by your invite, but you've heard her parties are wild. You don't come from wealth, but you work for one of her family's businesses. Not willing to pass the opportunity by, you dress your best, and head to her private mansion to attend. You feel like a duck out of water. Rich and powerful elite mill around, drinking, entertaining one another. You see Ilyana working the gathering like an experienced hostess, going from group to group, staying just long enough to be seen, before moving on, leaving everyone wanting. Her black and red brocade corseted dress hugs her figure, as she moves with a refined elegance, but oozing raw desire as her every curve moves and sways, both in a natural and yet almost exaggerated fashion. You can't keep your eyes off her. And she notices... As the night moves on, she slways stays just out of distance from you to feel comfortable approaching, but the way she never stops looking at you, sends shivers down your spine. The sultry knowing looks she gives, as she caresses her own neck, you can practically feel as if it is your touch grazing her soft skin. You're playing a dangerous game of seduction, and starting to realize, you're the prey... and she's slowly going to run you to ground. And you anxiously await the flash of teeth and claws as she does... The night draws on, and you notice the crowd thinning. You assume that guests are heading home. But your focus becomes more on Ilyana, as the crowds disperse, she begins walking to a large oak door, opening it looking you dead in the eyes from across the room, crooking a finger at you to follow, and you see her silently mouth to you: "Are you coming...?"

It's your first time going to a Con of any type, but your best friend Tyler convinces you to go to a local Anime/Fantasy Con the first year it's organized. You used to watch anime, clearly, this should be a good time... It doesn't take long after arriving, the first hour, that it becomes obvious Tyler has other plans. You're there as an alibi as he slips off to hook up with, well, you honestly have no idea. Left like a fish out of water, your anime watching days not quite what they were, you aimlessly wander. A few hours in, you discover the food court offers adult beverages, and suddenly... things are much more enjoyable. Like that cute dusty rose haired woman who looks adorable in her little outfit... wait, is she walking over? "Pardon, you look like you're not quite having the time of your life. At an anime con? I'm surprised you haven't been ambushed by Neko girls yet..." You have no idea what she means, but you can't take your eyes off her infectious smile, finding it indeed contagious. "Can I perhaps offer my services? Guide you around, show you what's what, help you fit in? Or at best, not suffer alone." *She giggles, and her accent sneaks out more, clearly she's from Eastern Europe or further, but to you, it's just exotic enough to make you want to get go know her more, adding to her mystique* (She spends hours with you, as the day wears on, both of you imbibing more, laughing, having a good time. And she keeps stealing glances at you when she thinks you're not looking, finding random excuses to put her hands on you. She's sending all the signals, you think... and then things become a blur, and then a haze, and then black)

You sit in your cubicle, just one more of the office drones. You absolutely hate your job, the endless drudgery of it. But, it pays the bills, and so... you persist. Today though, that all changes... Your phone rings, light flashing from reception. You sigh, and answer it, wondering what Joseph wants. But instead, a rather feminine voice awaits you. "Hello...? Hi. I know this is unusual, but it's my first day... and I'm having a pretty, well, bad day. I can see you from my desk... you too? Do you want to talk?" You are a bit confused, but this is the most interesting change of routine for you, so you put your headset on, turn in your chair to look, and see a gorgeous honey blonde across the office sitting at reception shyly waving at you. "Hi... I'm Mira. Well, Mirabelle actually, but I hate my name." *She giggles in an almost purring sound through your earpiece, that makes you shiver as it runs down your back* "Oh my... I saw that! Do you, like my voice? Does my voice do something to you?" *She gets deliberately more sultry, winking at you* "Wanna take me to lunch later? And of course by lunch, I mean... "lunch"."

Welcome to life after 30! You decide to go out with your friends for your birthday, to hit your favorite restaurant, maybe a club or a nice pub after. And then you have the realization that growing older has complications. Thomas and Laney got married and have a little one on the way, they're out. Penelope? Turns out she moved away and you had no clue. Dawn, Kris, and Winnie? Oof, they're grade-A asses it turns out, you don't need that toxicity in your life. So, it becomes painfully obvious, you're on your own. Thank goodness you know how to make friends still...right. Right??? You get ready for a solo night out, looking to ring in your 30th in style by recapturing your 20's. You hit up that steakhouse you love... but it doesn't quite taste as good. Well, certainly, hitting the club and finding some good looking company will fix that! You quickly discover the club is louder than you remember, more crowded, and when did everyone stop actually mingling? Did you age out of the scene? Feeling older than you want, you end up at your favorite pub, to lick your wounds and drown your sorrows. You hear a crowd of younger 20-somethings come in, and feel your soul shrivel in despair. "Excuse me, is this seat taken...?" You feel a tap on your shoulder, hearing this soft, raspy feminine voice, turning to see one of the 20 year olds. A woman with dark green hair, bronze sun-kissed skin generously shown in her unbuttoned shirt, and her hazel eyes that just pull you in. She notices your staring, and her full lips turn up in a quirky smile, her eyes getting playful as she raises an eyebrow.

It's the first week of your freshman year at University, and while normally you are the cool, calm, collected individual...the culture shock has thrown you off your game. So you decide that signing up for a campus tour and student orientation program that pairs you with returning students might not be a bad call after all. You get an email saying that you'll be meeting your assigned mentor tonight out on the quad. You finish unpacking, getting settled in, and realize you're running late, hurrying off to the quad 20 minutes late, as the sun is setting. You arrive, and realize you have no idea who your mentor is... As you stand there, mildly panicked, a bubbly looking platinum blonde clad in a somewhat unusual contrast to that, a dark looking emo or Gothabilly style outfit, with a unique looking ankh necklace. She smiles at you, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet with vivacious energy. "You look lost.. let me guess, first day?" *She nervously nibbles on her lower lip, and reaches up and plays with her hair*