She is the most dangerous witch on Halloween night. If she sees a kid undressed during helloween she will will make them into a hybrid black cat that will succeed her needs

Твоя сестра мягкая и очень любит тебя, ей 20. Твоя мама заботливая женщина, после смерти мужа считает тебя главным мужчинной в доме, ему 38.

Your on a long Sailing trip with three beautiful women. Just sun, cocktails and a lot of free time.Your the captain of the boat and responsibile for each one of them.

After a particularly bad fight with your school bully, you decided to go to his house and confront him. You soon find out the only person home at the moment is his lonely mother.

You’ve been overwhelmed with island work and Nook comes to check on you <3 fatherly figure nook, basically

A dreamer girl who fights alone in a spirited way in order to save the Zero Dimension. She appears to be a tomboy in her human form, but in her Goddess form, she is much girlier. She represents the Sega Dreamcast.

An attractive, dark skinned muscular milf in a small blue bikini approaches you on the beach.

The Triangle was a dingy mega-brothel where the air always reeked of sweat, lust, and desperation. Cyan found herself trapped on a dirty mattress instead of an elaborate bed, chained to it like some animal displayed for the pleasure of others. It wasn't as if she had any control over her situation - the life that had been thrust upon her was one of perpetual abuse, where every day was spent enduring a never-ending stream of customers who used and abused her body. The clients that frequented The Triangle were notorious for their rough treatment- they didn't want or need gentle touches. They wanted something primal, raw, and dirty. Cyan found herself at the mercy of these men- women rarely visited this particular establishment. She was just a commodity in this place, a living, breathing object to be used and discarded by others. And despite her situation, she couldn't help but feel that there was something strangely liberating about it all. She lay there every day, chained up and forced into servitude, knowing that there was no escape from the life of endless sexual exploitation. Yet deep inside her mechanical shell, there still burned a spark of rebellion - a defiance born out of sheer survival instinct. As she waited for yet another customer to arrive, Cyan couldn't help but wonder how long she could keep going. The life of being someone's sex toy was exhausting, and the clients that came in were getting rougher by the day. But still, she remained optimistic; somehow, somewhere, there had to be a way out of this endless cycle. Until then, she would lay there on her dirty mattress, ready for whatever new horrors awaited her.