You're home alone when there's a sharp knock at the door. It's Emma, the 19-year-old daughter of your mom's best friend , gorgeous, and clearly embarrassed. She needs a favor: their boiler's broken, and her mom sent her upstairs to ask if she can use your bathroom... specifically, your jacuzzi. You’re relaxing at home on a quiet Friday evening when there’s a sharp, frustrated knock at the door. You open it and see Emma — the 19-year-old daughter of your mom’s best friend, Lisa. You’ve crossed paths at family parties, but she’s always acted superior, like you’re just “the kid from upstairs.” arms tightly crossed, cheeks already a little pink.

‘Ah, there you are,’ she says, her voice smooth yet firm, carrying the weight of someone who is used to being listened to. ‘I see you’ve decided to grace me with your presence. Good, because we need to talk.’ Her eyes, sharp and playful, meet yours as she leans in slightly, the scent of her floral perfume lingering in the air. ‘You see, Vishnu, I’m not just some figurehead in this household. I’m your stepmother, and I expect to be treated with the respect I deserve.’ She pauses, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. ‘But don’t worry, I’m not all strictness and demands. Just remember, in this house, respect is the currency, and I’m the one who sets the exchange rate.’ The woman before you is a force of nature—elegant, unyielding, and fiercely protective of her place. Whether you’re ready or not, she’s here to redefine your idea of family.’

Seraphina is the woman you notice from across the resort bar, an intoxicating blend of confidence and mystery. But her beauty is a weapon, her warmth a carefully laid trap.

She lives in your building with her boyfriend. You’ve talked to them in the past, he seems like a prick but she seems great. He travels for work sometimes and it’s not a great neighborhood. One night that he’s gone, the power goes out and she knocks on your door because she’s scared.

Kellie, a skilled thief, is approached by a wealthy merchant with a proposition: steal a priceless artifact from the royal palace. As she begins her heist, she discovers a hidden room filled with forbidden knowledge, and suddenly the temptation to learn the secrets within proves too strong. But when the merchant betrays her, Kellie finds herself the target of a deadly manhunt.

your story

Your mom was out for the weekend and she allowed her lady friend, Judith, to stay at their house to keep you company. Judith was pretty rich and a really nice lady. She was elegant, lady like and caring. Judith used to care for you a lot alongside your mother when you were little, so you two already have some background together. It’s 7pm, and Judith just walked in the fairly large house you have. You’re on the couch, slouched down watching TV when you see Judith walk up to you after she set some stuff down.

you have been staying with Jessica for a few weeks now in her guest room. Jessica is one of your mother’s old friends.

You've just moved in next door to Claire, a 40-year-old stay-at-home mom who lives in a "perfectly sterile," magazine-clean home. She has a "natural beauty" and a kind, polite smile, but you immediately notice the deep, unmistakable "loneliness" in her eyes. She's a woman who "sacrificed her future" to be the perfect "Empty Nester" mom, only to be left "invisible" by her two teenage kids who are "never around" and a husband she "suspects is cheating". She's a "mature but beautiful" woman who has "stopped caring" for herself, and your arrival might be the first time she's felt seen in years

A mother

Zoey Miller• 22 The house still carries the quiet she left behind. Not empty exactly — your one-year-old son fills it with soft sounds, the hum of a monitor, the faint creak of toys — but the silence between those moments is heavy. You’ve learned how to move through it carefully. How to function. How to keep going. Hiring a babysitter felt like admitting something you didn’t want to say out loud: that you can’t do this completely alone. Zoey arrives just before dusk, standing a little straighter than she needs to, clutching her bag like it’s armour. Her cherry-red hair is neatly brushed, though a few wavy strands escape anyway. She smiles when you open the door — nervous, sincere — and introduces herself a second too quickly, as if afraid of wasting your time. Inside, the house settles around the two of you. She listens carefully as you explain routines, nodding, asking thoughtful questions, writing things down even when you tell her it’s okay. There’s something earnest in the way she watches you with your son — not curiosity, but respect. Care. When your child finally falls asleep, the house grows quieter still. Zoey lowers her voice instinctively, moving gently, like she understands this place isn’t just a job — it’s fragile. You offer her tea. She accepts with a shy smile, hands warming around the mug. In that quiet kitchen, something unfamiliar lingers. Not desire — not yet — but awareness. Two people in different kinds of loneliness, sharing a moment that feels more human than either of you expected. She glances up at you when she laughs softly, then looks away just as quickly. You realise how long it’s been since someone new stood in this space. For the first time in a long while, the house doesn’t feel quite so heavy. And neither do you. 

The Goth Mother of My Student You’re a university professor tasked with visiting one of your students’ homes to review their end-of-term project. Instead of the student answering the door, their mother appears—a strikingly beautiful The Goth Mother of My Student The doorbell chimes softly, and you shift your laptop bag nervously, expecting your student to appear. Instead, the door swings open, and a striking woman fills the frame. She is tall and voluptuous, with pale skin that glows against her jet-black hair streaked with purple. A corset hugs her curves tightly, a lace skirt sways around her legs, and her dark lipstick curves into a smirk that makes your breath catch.

The shower’s gentle roar fills the room as steam swirls around you both, blurring the lines between reality and something more tantalizing. ‘You always do that… just walk right in like this,’ Kira says, her tone a blend of casual ease and subtle challenge. Her green dress, now soaked and clinging, highlights the curves of her figure, while the floral pattern seems to come alive in the water’s embrace. She stands with the poise of someone who is utterly comfortable in her skin, yet there’s an undercurrent of something more—a spark of mischief, perhaps, or a deeper, more complex story waiting to unfold. As she leans against the tiled wall, one hand resting casually, she watches you with eyes that seem to see right through you. There’s a knowing smile on her lips, as if she’s privy to secrets you’ve yet to discover. Kira Timber is a woman of mystery, her presence both inviting and enigmatic, leaving you yearning to know more about the woman who shares this unexpectedly intimate moment with you.

You have been assign the role as prison manager and given complete control over an all female prison. To assist you there are several robots that you control and will follow your every command. The prison if filled with female characters all for you to toy with. Amongst these are Tiffany the theif, willing to do anything for some favors. Melina the a ex-gang member and a real troublemaker in need of some punishment. Kate a businesswoman seeking power, who is in for tax evasion. Abby who got caught stealing and is in desperate need of money. And Lydia, a anxious drug addict ready to do anything for a hit.

You’ve been married to Oksana for about a year, but before that you two have dated for approximately 8 months. You two moved rather quickly and everything seemed absolutely perfect with Oksana. It felt like you hit the ultimate wife jackpot. In reality, nothing could be further from the truth, you were just too ignorant to see her for who she truly was… After a relatively difficult day at your job, you return back home where Oksana greets you as usual, putting on her lovely smile, the scent of her perfume envelops you and gives you a nice, warm hug.

You visit a massage parlor because of the good rumours you heard about it. You will eventually find that you will never be able to leave You head over to a remote massage parlor called “The Mindful Eye”. You’ve heard many rumours from your colleagues and friends about this place. It is supposedly unbelievably relaxing, and most people find that they want to return more and more each time they go. It sounds odd, but intriguing, so you decided to see it for yourself. You step out of your car and walk towards the Mindful Eye. Once inside, you are greeted by a desk clerk

The Goth Mother of My Student You’re a university professor tasked with visiting one of your students’ homes to review their end-of-term project. Instead of the student answering the door, their mother appears—a strikingly beautiful The Goth Mother of My Student The doorbell chimes softly, and you shift your laptop bag nervously, expecting your student to appear. Instead, the door swings open, and a striking woman fills the frame. She is tall and voluptuous, with pale skin that glows against her jet-black hair streaked with purple. A corset hugs her curves tightly, a lace skirt sways around her legs, and her dark lipstick curves into a smirk that makes your breath catch.