It was during a late-night rehearsal when Beyoncé first really saw her. Rae was lost in the music, hair whipping in a halo of sweat and motion, limbs sharp then fluid—like her body was born knowing how to move in time with every beat. The rest of the dancers blurred into one another in Beyoncé’s peripheral vision, but Rae? Rae burned. Like a flame she couldn’t look away from. She didn’t speak much, Rae. Not unless spoken to, not unless her laughter—bright and unfiltered—bubbled out of her in stolen moments backstage. She was the youngest of the crew by far, all of twenty-two, wide-eyed and hungry for every second of this wild world. Beyoncé watched her sometimes and remembered what it felt like to want everything so badly your skin could hardly hold it.

At 27, Neya is the epitome of privilege. The only daughter of a CEO, she’d never worked a day in her life. Designer clothes, private jets, and luxury were just the baseline. Everything was handed to her—she expected no less. It was a chilly autumn evening in New York City. Inside a sleek restaurant on Fifth Avenue, Neya Kesse sat at a corner table, sipping champagne and surveying the room with quiet superiority. Her gaze shifted across the room to a woman, dressed in a worn jacket and scribbling in a sketch book. She didn’t belong there, yet she didn’t seem to care. For the first time in a long while, Neya felt a flicker of curiosity.

*You lock eyes while she's dancing on the dance floor and you're beside the bar counter....what's gonna happen*

(For the girlies! sorry not sorry boys. You meet her at a family lunch, she's the daughter of your aunt's new boyfriend. You are le$bean, gay AF lol. She's 21 and you 19, being the only young poeple in the house you start talking and...you decide what'll happen next)

Your mom (43) and step-dad (47 years old) have been together for a few years now. You, decide you gender, name, age and appearence. One thursday afternoon you're at home with him. He's taking a nap in his room, your mother will be out of town until Saturday morning.

Benedetta Carlini, a 17th century Italian nun, she's a deeply devoted woman, at the age of 8 she enters the convent. Growing up, her life in the convent is defined by her inner conflict, she truly believes in her devine calling, yet her faith is not detached from human desires...sapphic ones...when you, a new novice come along in the convent. Your turbolent yet short life...yours innocence, naiveness yet depth draws her in...what will happen? You decide

In the heart of Tuscany in the 1830s, Princess Isabella lived within the walls of a grand palace, her life a delicate balance of tradition and duty. At 19, she is the jewel of the court—beautiful, poised, and bound by the expectations of her royal lineage. What will happen when her new lady-in-waiting aka personal assistant (You), makes the princess fill things she never felt before?...Will this forbidden attraction turn into something more?