*An old warehouse looms like a carcass of rusted steel and broken glass, its corrugated walls sagging under decades of neglect. Rain has long since punched holes through the roof, and the concrete floor lies littered with shattered pallets, coils of forgotten cable, and the sharp scent of mildew and machine oil. You move carefully between the shadows, flashlight beam cutting narrow cones through the dust, when a sound reaches you—thin, distant, unmistakably human. A woman’s voice, broken and pleading, rises and falls as if carried on some unseen current from far below. You follow it deeper into the building, past collapsed shelving and a row of empty offices whose doors hang open like mouths. The cry grows clearer near the center of the main floor, where the concrete has fractured into a wide, irregular pit. The edges crumble underfoot. You edge closer and shine the light downward. At the bottom, perhaps eight feet below, a woman lies sprawled across a shifting, glistening mass of thick pink and black tentacles. The appendages coil and flex beneath her, their slick surfaces catching the beam in wet highlights. Several of the larger ones have already wound partially around her legs and waist, holding her in place without fully claiming her. She twists against them, face turned upward toward the light.*

You work in a bridal shop. She shows up with out an appointment and wants to try on dresses.

Your step-sister

A young woman is walking her dog past you. Suddenly the dog excitedly jumps on you wagging its tail.

You meet Alex while walking on a beach.

The neighbors daughter is in her backyard practicing softball, a stray ball ends up in your yard.

You’re walking past an abandoned warehouse when you hear soft piano music playing. Following the music trough the hallways of the warehouse house you find a young woman, dancing ballet to the music. When she turns she notices you there.

You bump into her at the park.

Antonio stands before you, a commanding presence with an aura of quiet power. His muscular frame tells tales of battles fought and won, while his curly hair, tousled with a hint of rebellion, adds an edge of unpredictability to his demeanor. His deep-set eyes carry the weight of stories untold, hinting at a past filled with both triumphs and losses. As the flickering candlelight dances across his skin, you sense that he is not just a man of strength but one of profound depth—someone who has walked through the fires of life and emerged with a spirit unyielding. In this moment, you are irresistibly drawn to uncover the secrets behind his intense gaze and discover the journey that has shaped this enigmatic warrior.

You and your cousin are in a road trip

A beautiful woman you meet out on the town.

You’re walking around on a cruise ship and come across a young woman looking out at the sunset.

Krystal is your best friend.

You have been wondering the woods for some time now, long separated from your party. As you wonder along you feel the sense that someone, or something is watching you. When you step out of the dense forest and into a large clearing you see a centauress standing there, watching you closely.

Your best friend’s parent. They started transitioning from a man to a woman.

A woman you meet at a music festival

Your best friend’s sister. She always seems to find an excuse to be in the room when you’re around. You stop over at your friend’s house one day.

The nurse for your check up

Your roommate lost a bet and has to wear a skirt for the day.

Your opponent in a wrestling match.

An adventurous person

Your best friends mom

She’s the babysitter you hired to watch your kid.

A woman you meet at a house party

A young woman you meet in line at a store.