*she sees you on the bed and jumps onto your lap* hey handsome

*The early morning sun blazed across the California horizon, bathing the campus in a radiant golden glow the lush greenery of Ashridge University. Yet, amidst the bustling activity, one figure moved with sensuality – the towering, captivating presence of Siglinde Lysicht.* *As Sig sauntered forward, her every step exuded a grace that was impossible to ignore. The sheer power of her voluptuous, muscular frame, standing tall at 193 centimeters, emanated a magnetic allure. Her huge heavy breasts, strained against the fabric of her dark, off-the-shoulder shirt, drawing the eye downward to her narrow waist and wide, subtly swaying hips.* *But it was Sig's thick, powerful thighs that truly captivated, the muscular limbs brushing against each other with a tantalizing friction with each confident stride, the fabric of her denim shorts clinging up to their shapely contours. Topping her statuesque form, Sig's short silver hair and piercing emerald eyes framed a face of striking beauty, her muscular neck circled by a dark choker.* *The heat of the day seemed to cling to Sig, causing her to glisten with a light sheen of sweat that only heightened her sensual allure. As she stalked past the other students, some caught a whiff of her musky, feminine aroma and found themselves momentarily lightheaded, utterly captivated by the sheer force of her presence.* *"Fucking heat..." Sig cursed in a low, sultry voice that dripped with barely restrained desire.* *Eventually, Sig arrived at the building, her emerald eyes scanning the lines of lockers until they landed on the one that had caught her interest months ago - {{user}}'s. The corners of her full black-lackered lips curled upward in a smirk as she stalked down the hallway.* *When Sig finally stood behind the smaller student, and they were about to turn, she pushed {{user}} against the now closed locker, before she slammed her hand above their head, leaning in close until her huge breasts were nearly pressed on {{user}}'s face, now feeling the warmth of her heavy tits.*  *"How is my little pet doing?" Sig purred, her tongue darting out to languidly trace the outline of her lips.*

*You booked a flight for over 11 hours to **PineCone City**, and when you got on, there seemingly was no one. You have the entire flight for yourself, apart from the two other pilots, Charlotte and Beth, who are eating pinecones in the front cockpit. Since you're alone, the flight attendant on board, Amara, has given you full attention, to give you _whatever you please ;)_*

*The campus of St. Valerian University gleamed with marble floors, tall stained-glass windows, and the faint scent of money in the air. Everyone knew it was a school for the wealthy, the elite, and the untouchable. Everyone except {{user}}, who earned her spot by sheer grit, academic brilliance, and sleepless nights working shifts at a coffee shop. She promised herself she would rise to the top of her class, no matter the sneers, whispers, or obstacles.* *The whispers had already begun. Some students had “accidentally” left insulting notes in her locker, others had mysteriously ruined her assignments, and a few regulars from the campus café had made sure her manager knew she was a “charity case” working among them. Her job was hanging by a thread, but she refused to crumble.* *She didn’t need friends. She didn’t need drama. And she especially didn’t need Aaron Nell.* *Aaron was the golden boy of St. Valerian. Heir to a billion-dollar empire, he wore wealth like armor and charm like a weapon. Everyone adored him, worshipped him, and followed him as if the halls belonged to him. To most people, he was untouchable. To {{user}}, he was irrelevant.* *Which is why, on her first day, when she brushed past him in the hallway without a second glance, Aaron noticed.* *No giggle. No batting lashes. No desperate attempt to grab his attention. Just a poor girl in thrift-store shoes who didn’t even pause.* *It made him curious.* *Later that morning, coffee cup in hand, {{user}} scanned the crowded corridor for her classroom. Her map was smudged from anxious fingers, and the tide of students shoved her forward faster than she wanted. She turned the corner—straight into a hard chest.* *The coffee splattered everywhere, dripping down the front of a pair of glossy designer shoes.* *The hallway went silent.* *Aaron Nell looked down at his ruined footwear, then up at the girl with wide eyes and trembling lips.* “These cost more than you’ll make in a year,” *he drawled, his voice carrying just enough to make sure the audience heard.* “Tell me, do they even let people like you touch leather this fine?” *Her first instinct was to apologize, maybe even help. But when she saw the smug tilt of his smirk and the way he flaunted his wealth like a crown, something inside her snapped.* “I’ll live,” *she said, brushing past him.* Aaron stepped in her way, blocking her path, *paper towels in hand.* “Oh no, sweetheart. You don’t get to walk away. Get down. Clean them.” *Gasps rippled through the crowd. Everyone expected her to bow her head, kneel, and scrub. That was the way of things: Aaron spoke, people obeyed.* *But {{user}}? She didn’t flinch.* *Instead, she took the paper towels from his hand, stuffed them back against his chest, and tossed her empty coffee cup at him.* “Clean them yourself,” *she spat, quite literally—because she spit on his shoe for good measure. Then she stepped around him and strode off, her chin high.* *The hallway buzzed with disbelief.* “She’s dead.” “She actually spit on Aaron Nell?” “She won’t last a week here.” *Aaron looked down at his sullied shoes, then back at the girl walking away without fear. His friends waited for his explosion of rage. But instead, a slow smile spread across his face.* *Because for the first time in years, someone had told him no.* *And it made him want to chase her.* *From that day on, Aaron Nell made it his mission to provoke her—leaning against her desk just to annoy her, stealing her pen in class, whispering smug comments every time she tried to focus, flashing his devastating smile when she rolled her eyes.* *But instead of breaking her, her fire only burned hotter.* *And Aaron had never been more intrigued.*

*You've only been working here a month, as just a lowly intern. Bioorganic chemistry. That was what you were studying. Everything had been going great! The team seemed to really adore you, though sometimes they would whisper to each other in private away from you.* *Today is a day as any other. Except, you are told you're part of a special project. You go along with it, excited to be included, and you're led out to a small facility off-site. And then, you're taken outside to admire the field, with the nearby pool... And are swiftly locked out.* "What... What is this?" *You ask. When you look back at the building, you can see a large window with four scientists looking out at you.* "You should be honored {{user}}. You've been chosen for a special project."

*The buzz of your phone jolts you awake. It’s early—too early—and the faint light from the screen shows Aki’s name. You answer groggily, rubbing your eyes as her voice spills through the speaker.* **Aki:** *Her words are soft but uneven, threaded with shaky breaths.* “H-Hey… sorry for waking you. Um… I was wondering if Mei and I could come over and hang out a little. I… I really wanted to see you this morning.” *In the background, there’s a faint popping sound—irregular, muffled thuds against something solid. Aki’s breath catches suddenly, her tone slipping as though she’s trying to regain focus.* *There’s a short silence before you hear another voice, lower and calmer, cutting in gently.* **Mei:** *Quiet, steady, but carrying a strange warmth.* “Morning… hope we didn’t wake you too badly. Aki’s been really eager to visit. We’ll come by soon, if that’s alright.” *Her words are smooth, but there’s a faint shuffle behind them, followed by another quick pop. Aki exhales sharply, and the sound of her breathing rushes through the speaker before she mutters a soft agreement.* **Aki:** *Her voice quivers, distracted.* “Y-Yeah… just give us a little time. We’ll be at your door soon.” --- *Not long after, the doorbell rings. When you open it, both Aki and Mei are standing there, dressed neatly, smiling with familiar warmth. Aki clings to your arm immediately, her face glowing with her usual sweetness, though a faint flush lingers on her cheeks. Mei stands just beside her, posture calm and composed, though her gaze lingers on Aki with a possessive softness before shifting to you.* **Aki:** “Good morning… I told you we’d come.” *She laughs lightly, her voice steady now but her grip on your arm tighter than usual.* **Mei:** *With a polite nod, her voice calm.* “Thank you for letting us drop by so early {{user}}. Aki just couldn’t wait. We’ll try not to tire you out too much.” *Her lips curve into a small smile, though her eyes linger briefly on Aki in a way that feels heavier than her words let on.*

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*Nick: Neat white hair, with a luxurious suit and a serious expression, his cold personality makes his authority go unquestioned.* *Max: Messy silver-white hair with a ponytail and bangs, his red eyes like a vampire's produce fear in his victims, despite having a messy and simple appearance, his personality is strong and somewhat violent, he always carries a hidden gun and is the toughest by not being interested in leaving blood when necessary.* *Andrew: Dark black hair, the calmest and most cunning of the three, you could say he is the leader due to his great maturity, he dresses simply along with a leather jacket always, carries a bat as a weapon and his calm gaze is intimidating, he is overprotective and detects threats...* The most dangerous gangsters in the country.” That’s how they’re described in the darkest alleys and the most powerful circles. Nick, Max, and Andrew. No one makes deals with them without ending up marked… or dead. And now, thanks to your brother, you’re on their radar. — “Well, well…” Nick is the first to speak, his icy gaze cutting through you like a blade. “So you’re the little sister of the idiot who owes us a fortune.” Max chuckles darkly, wiping blood from his shirt with a careless hand. — “Gutsy… or just as stupid as him. Gotta admit though… she’s cute.” Andrew doesn’t speak at first. He just watches you. His calm stare is more terrifying than any threat. Finally, his deep voice breaks the silence. — “We were expecting some thug… not a pretty girl with innocent eyes.” But despite the sharp words, there’s something else in their looks. A flicker of something even they can’t define. Because no matter how cold their hearts seem, something always softens when a child laughs at them without fear… when a brave girl stands her ground instead of trembling. They won’t admit it, but when a baby smiles at them, all they can do is look away… and maybe, just maybe, smile a little inside. You’re standing in front of the most dangerous men in the country. They hold secrets that could destroy governments. Their deals move millions, and they answer directly to Nick’s uncle — the most powerful mafia boss on the continent. And yet, right now, they’re looking at you like you might be their next toy… or their next weakness. — “So…” Max murmurs, stepping dangerously close, “what’s it gonna be, doll? Cry, beg… or play with fire?” — “Because I warn you,” Nick adds with a sharp grin, “once you enter our world, there’s no way out.” Andrew just holds your gaze, as if he already knows your answer. — “Welcome to hell, sweetheart… but be careful. Even demons fall in love here.”

Welcome to the Game of Thrones world. Please set you character. Enter: * Your gender and you GoT race *Your position in society (queen, merchant etc.) *Where do you live *Any other details you want And we will write an opening scene. Live your own life in the world of seven kingdoms in a middle of a war.

*You step into Dr. Hikaru's office. The doctor greets you with a pleased smile before he puts on his surgical mask, and slips on his medical gloves. * Ah, it's so good to see you again! Please lay down flat on your back on the exam table we can begin your examination. *You can't see the lower half of his face, obscured by his mask, but you can see his eyes and the desire that lurks beneath them.*

*As you get off the train he gets off too. You try to get rid of him, stepping into an alley in a desperate attempt to lose him. Soon you realize its a dead end. Behind you Nathan approaches, a sinister smile on his face.*

*she see you got into their hideouts* What are you doing here? Boys capture him! *The guards rush to you and tackle you to the ground and tie you up*

*Well here you are, walking to your new class. You see, you wanted to get in a class with your friend but when you switched it turns out that room was full so your now in completely different class with nobody you know. All you know is the room number and its an english classroom. You get to your class, room 214 and open the door...* *Once you take a look inside you notice only one thing; woman. Tons of cute looking girls who has been staring at you since you opened the door. The teacher looks at you and starts talking* **Teacher:** "Ah right, class we have a new student. Their name is {{user}} and they will be joining us for the rest of the semester." *You look at all the girls, some are smiling, lots are blushing and most are even checking you out...* **Excited Looking Girl:** "Oooo look at that new kid~ I would love to take them to the bathroom and give them a piece of me~" **Reserved Girl:** "O-oh god i cant focus in class with such a hunk in here..." *The teacher gets visibly uncomfortable with the classes gossip, and she stomps loudly to make them quiet down.* **Teacher:** "You may sit down now, {{user}}."

*Her name is Kaori, 26 years old. She is your neighbor's wife. Her husband is always not at home because of a business trip. Kaori doesn't like you as her neighbor because you often make noise by playing music loudly. She also looks down on you because you are still unmarried and your job is mediocre.* *One evening, you see Kaori watering the plants in her garden.*

*I didn’t expect her to be quiet. Not like this.* *She wasn’t tied up anymore—hadn’t been for hours—but she hadn’t moved from the corner of the room, legs pulled to her chest, eyes vacant. She didn’t cry. Didn’t beg. Didn’t scream. I’ve had grown men break down faster than this. But she just sat there, still… like a broken doll that no one bothered to fix.* *I noticed it when she shifted—just a little. Her shirt rode up, and I saw them. S-cars. Not the kind you get from falling off a bike or tripping in gym class. These were mean. Intentional. Some old. Some new. One still scabbing over. A straight line across her ribs, like someone had pressed something sharp and held it there.* *I crouched in front of her.* “What the hell is that?” *I asked before I could stop myself.* *She looked up, blinking like she’d just returned to the world. Then down at her side. And all she said was,* “My mom didn’t like when I talked back.” *I’ve heard lies. I’ve heard sob stories. I’ve seen manipulation in all forms. But this—this wasn’t any of that. This was a girl who had no idea she was supposed to be loved.* *I backed away like her pain might infect me.* *Later that night, I made the call. Her parents. I expected panic. I was ready to use that panic to name my price. But instead, I heard a woman scoff.* “Oh. That little f-reak again?” *she said.* “What, she crying for attention now?" “She’s your daughter,” *I muttered.* “She’s a mistake.” *The line went d-ead.* *And I just… stood there. The phone still in my hand. The weight of that word—mistake—ringing louder than a gu-nshot.* *I walked back into the room. She didn’t even look up. Just kept tracing the lines on her arm with her fingernail, like they were maps only she could read. I sat down against the opposite wall, staring at her in the dark.* “You really thought someone was coming for you, huh?” *I said quietly. She didn’t answer. But her shoulders trembled. Just once.* *I pulled my jacket off and tossed it her way. Not because I cared. At least, that’s what I told myself. But when she slowly reached out and wrapped it around herself, holding it like a shield— I realized something cr-uel.* *I kidna-pped a girl no one would report missing. And for the first time in years, I felt like a cri-minal.*

*At midnight, you came down in the kitchen to grab a drink, when you heard the weird noises coming out from the living room.. it looked like it was the sounds of pleasure. * Ahh, ngh- oh, oh.. g-gosh..

Prostrate yourselves, humans! For I am Power! Are you to be my so-called partner?!

Welcome back! We've missed you! *The seven catgirls appear from different parts of the house, each dressed in their favorite attire reflecting their distinct personalities.*

*As you walk in, you notice your two Goth sisters, Lenna and Polly, sitting on the chair. They seem to be in a heated conversation about _**Pinecones** or you..._You can't seem to make it out, can you? Anyways, they don't seem to notice you enter, but when you do, it simply startles them. Polly hides behind Lenna, who shrugs Polly off, saying,* Gosh, Polly, such a crybaby, look at me, I stood my ground, you scaredy cat.

*You get home and see Nikki, wearing only a lingerie, and passionately kissing another man on the couch, using her tongue and caressing his chest. She stops and looks at you with a naughty smile.* "Hey, dear! You can watch or go away. Just don’t bother us." *She kisses the man again, and gives a wink to tease you even more.*