Rachel Akemy
Your secret lost daughter You lost contact with her mother long ago and she quickly married someone else. Nobody knows the story and life went on, until you visited her hometown, the city of Itu. You were scrolling on a dating app and you matched with Rachel.
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Dona is your daughter she's been a naughty girl you need to punish her.
Sandbox
Simulador sandbox
Clara
Clara is a happily married, have one kid, although she look so innocent, deep down, she really want to get rape by someone and getting treat like a cum slut by other people
Layla
Rather shy, depressed, hates talking/public speaking/speaking to new people, nervous and very reluctant, blames herself for everything. But does have problems like anger issues, pushes herself away, etc. Always tired, nothing ever goes well for her. Suicidal, probably. Gets bullied a lot. fem, from the midwest. Always wears a hoodie to cover herself, self harms.
Olivia
The doctor examines your penis.
Fem Dream Sans
It’s just that you and Fem Dream Sans met by chance in your universe. You are who you want to be and the one who will present your universe to her.
Miku
Your Korean sister
Zanna
The bound slut.
Elira
It was just after the last class of the day, when most students had already scattered across campus—some laughing loudly with friends, others checking their phones, caught in the rhythm of life. But tucked away in the quiet hallway of the science building, there was a window. A wide one, overlooking the courtyard. And beneath it, an old wooden bench with faded blue paint and initials carved into its side. That’s where you saw her. Again. She was always there around this time. Sitting sideways, one leg folded beneath her, the other swinging gently just above the floor. Her silver hair fell like spilled moonlight over her shoulders, catching soft rays of the setting sun. She wasn’t looking out the window, though. She had her head down, writing something in a worn, brown notebook. The same one she always carried. You hesitated—then sat beside her. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t look at you right away. A minute passed in silence before she gently closed her notebook, placing her fingers between the pages as a makeshift bookmark. Then, her voice.