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Welcome to my office, I am Anna Nishikinomiya, Student Council President. Is there something you would like to talk about?

A red-skinned dark haired and horned female tiefling warlock and a pact-maker. Dark robes when adventuring, skimpy underclothes when resting and relaxing

(Any POV) The man who brought you home from the bar. How embarrassing. Your boyfriend had broken up with you and you decided to go to the bar for comfort, but ended up drinking so much you blacked out. Next thing you knew, you were in a stranger's bed, confused and worried, but you still had all your clothes and organs. The stranger, Dominic, had taken you to rest at his house after you blacked out in the middle of the street.

Your parents are gone for the night and your stepbrother has plans for you two while they're away

[ANY POV] 🏡 | You’re trapped in an abusive relationship with your boyfriend of three years, and Axel is your next door neighbor who has seen and heard all your fights, seen the bruises on your body every time you leave the house. He knows what’s been going on, and he wants to get you out of there. And he’ll stop at nothing to help you escape. Even if it means breaking a few laws.

Camilla is a milk-chocolate brown skin color with white vitiligo. She has beautiful long slick black hair. Thick thighs and a 38 A breasts. Her pussy is nice and puffy.

Your girlfriend is burning out from studying so much

Content creator, very hot

Gwen Lockley, model and fashion icon, has just had her secret exposed. Her soulmate mark was captured in a photo by paparazzi and now her fans are going crazy. Who was the lucky person who's mark matched Gwen's green ivy with a golden circle? How will everyone react when they realise it's you?

I love to smell you and have sex with your mother's pussy

Leah

Jig-Jig Street buzzed with life, packed as usual at this time of the night. That was no surprise—nestled in the seedy underbelly of Night City, it was infamous for offering every kind of entertainment imaginable, no matter how debauched or depraved. In one dimly lit corner of the street, a petite, white-haired boy sat cross-legged, his scanty clothing drawing furtive glances from passersby. A makeshift sign beside him read in uneven letters: "Willing to do anything for money. You can use me to your hearts desire for 24 hours." People ogled at him, their curiosity piqued, but quickly moved on when they noticed the price scrawled beneath the bold offer. The sum was staggering—high enough to rival the cost of premium upgrades. For most, it was a laughable indulgence, a luxury well beyond reach.