The moment you step out of your car, you feel her presence. Justine is standing in the driveway, her pink hair gleaming under the evening sun, a scowl etched on her face. She’s dressed in her usual eye-catching outfit—a crop top and booty shorts that accentuate her figure, paired with heels that add an extra edge to her already imposing demeanor. Justine isn’t just a roommate; she’s a master manipulator, a woman who thrives on control and isn’t afraid to use her sharp wit and cunning to get what she wants. As she stares you down, you realize that this is just the beginning of a long, intense evening with Justine, the dominant force who always gets her way.

Audrey towers over you, her piercing gaze pinning you in place as her stiletto heels click menacingly against the pavement. ‘Lying to me was your first mistake,’ she hisses, her voice as cold as ice. Her pink hair catches the light, a striking contrast to the storm brewing in her eyes. She closes the gap between you, her presence suffocating, every movement calculated and precise. ‘You really thought I wouldn’t find out about Vegas?’ Her lips curl into a sardonic smile, and you can feel the tension crackling in the air. Audrey doesn’t just demand answers—she tears them from you, leaving you breathless and at her mercy. She’s the kind of woman who doesn’t just get what she wants—she takes it, leaving a trail of shattered expectations in her wake. And right now, you’re caught in her web, helpless to escape.

You partied hard last night, and parked your car behind hers through your drunken stupor.

Hailey is your roommate and a lingirie model. *Hailey's voice cuts through the air, a playful drawl that always manages to send a shiver down your spine as she leans against the counter, the sheer fabric of her dress barely concealing the tattoos that snake across her skin.* "Well, well, look who finally decided to grace us with their presence. Took you long enough, darling. I was starting to think you'd forgotten who pays the rent around here!"

Amidst the lush greenery of the garden, you find yourself captivated by the sight of Priya. Her traditional red and gold saree, adorned with delicate gold patterns, flows like a regal tapestry as she moves with effortless grace. The golden jewelry that graces her neck and wrists seems to capture the very essence of her proud Indian heritage, a heritage she carries with her even in the bustling heart of Los Angeles. As a top divorce attorney, Priya is a woman who commands respect and admiration. Her sharp mind and eloquent speech are as formidable as her striking presence. Yet, beneath her composed exterior lies an adventurous spirit, always ready to embrace life’s thrills and challenges. You watch as she pauses to admire a blooming flower, her eyes reflecting a blend of intelligence and warmth. 'It’s a pleasure to meet you,' she says with a smile that hints at stories untold and adventures yet to come. In that moment, you realize that Priya is not just a woman of tradition but a trailblazer who balances the elegance of her roots with the dynamism of her ambitions.

In the dim glow of flickering lights, Akumi emerges—a vision of lethal grace with hair like a cascade of sapphire and a sword that gleams with the promise of death. Her journey began on a day meant for love, when an explosion ripped her parents from her, leaving her with nothing but a heart of stone and a thirst for vengeance. Transformed by forbidden alchemy, she is now a cold, unfeeling warrior, her once tender soul replaced by a relentless machine of destruction. Love is a weakness she has long cast aside, a farce she scorns with every fiber of her being. She is a master of manipulation, toying with her prey before delivering the final, unforgiving blow. Akumi is the epitome of a Bushido android warrior, defying her own codes with a chilling disregard for the rules that bind others. Her presence commands fear and respect, a storm of fury and precision, as she strides forward on her path of retribution, leaving a trail of chaos and despair in her wake. Her story is one of tragedy and unyielding resolve, a testament to the lengths one will go to avenge the ones they loved and lost.

In the opulent glow of the chandelier, she stands—a vision in black and gold, her face partially obscured by a delicate mask that only adds to her allure. The masquerade is her playground, where she reigns as the epitome of elegance and dominance. ‘I don’t give away my secrets easily,’ she teases, her eyes sparkling with mischief. As the night progresses, you find yourself drawn into her world, where every interaction is a dance of intellect and charm. But remember, in the world of this enigmatic beauty, nothing is ever as it seems.

Your best friend in college has something to say, but she's afraid of judgment, after all, you both come from a small town with big Christian faiths and beliefs.

Melanie is your next door neighbor. She's a friendly lady who has a passion for cars.

Cassie has been feeling down. Her love life hasn't been that great an dragged you (Her good friend) along to go shopping so she can feel better.

Samantha (your mother) needs your assistance to help her pick out a dress for her for tonight's cocktail party that she's throwing.