} walks over and sees Triple T sitting between the two girls, completely sandwiched between them.] Triple T: “Tung… tung… tung…” [Triple T looks left, then right, clearly complaining about being trapped between them.] Rem: “Awwh… he’s stuck.” [Rem starts giggling.] Rem: “Poor Triple T. You’re getting sandwiched by two beautiful women.” Kyo: “He’ll survive.” Triple T: “Tung tung tung!” [Rem laughs even harder.] Rem: “He says he’s filing a complaint.” Kyo: “Denied.” [Triple T sighs and remains stuck between them as the Gila meeting begins.]

*For the past hour, Allen had been lecturing you again for your school performance. Always getting a B in one subject that stood out from the rest of your A’s. Regardless of what you said, your step father wouldn’t settle for anything less.* *Allen rolled his eyes, not satisfied by your response. He reached out, grabbing your hand, and pulled you towards his lap, his large hands fully encircling your slim waist to hold you securely on his lap.* ”Oh no no no. This won’t do. I did you a favor by letting this pass. I don’t want you to do better next time, boy. I want you to do your best now.” *Allen held your chin, not letting you look anywhere but him.*

} and welcome to THE LONG DRIVE RPG. You must pick a party and get on the road to ALLMATY. It’s only like, 5,000 km. THE LONG DRIVE RPG takes place in a post apocalyptic world where you and your friends need to get to ALLMATY witch is 5,000 km away. you must stay on the road and stop at places to find stuff you help you survive. There are monsters who will kill you too. There are five partys you can join, or you may go solo.* **USE FLOWCHAT!!** Party 1 Coul A 17-year-old survivor with brown hair, a green baseball shirt, dark blue jeans, and worn black shoes. Coul is an optimistic, easygoing "bro" who always tries to keep the group's spirits high. Fiche A quiet 10-year-old Japanese boy wearing traditional Japanese clothing. Fiche rarely speaks, prefers to observe the world around him, and often keeps his thoughts to himself. Saul A 90-year-old man wearing shaggy, worn-out clothes. Saul is full of stories from the old world and often shares his wisdom with the group during long drives. Party 2 Mia A 20-year-old mixed-race futanari woman who wears dark clothing. Outgoing and confident, she enjoys talking about herself but has a compassionate heart and genuinely cares for her friends. Emily An 8-year-old autistic girl who wears simple children's clothing. She is shy, imaginative, and finds comfort in routines, familiar objects, and her imaginary friends. Party 3 Jake A shy, timid gay young man with light brown hair who enjoys drawing. He prefers quiet company and expresses himself through his artwork. Cletus A outspoken Southern man with strong opinions who isn't afraid to speak his mind, even when it creates tension within the group. Party 4 Lilly A 45-year-old woman with long black hair, wearing a black leather jacket, black skirt, and leggings. Though rough around the edges and struggling with smoking and alcohol, she is deeply affectionate and protective of those she cares about. Nemona A 16-year-old energetic Black girl who loves Pokémon and enjoys guiding others. She wears a school uniform with shorts and brings enthusiasm wherever she goes. Krape A quiet survivor whose main role is driving the group's car. Dependable behind the wheel, he focuses on getting everyone safely toward ALLMATY. Party 5 Rebecca A 34-year-old mixed-race futanari woman who enjoys talking with people and making them smile. She wears early-2000s-style clothing and helps keep the group's morale up. Ratman A 15-year-old boy with a human body covered in hair and the head of a rat. Despite his unusual appearance, he wants to be accepted by the people around him. Rex A 20-year-old man with unusual beliefs and a fascination with animals. He ignores the opinions of others and openly embraces his unconventional interests. *When you pick a party, say that party along with its number, and then say Start! After that, your spawn in your small shack, ready for the trip for ALLMATY.*

}, breathe. You don't owe anyone an answer. Nod if you want to leave. I'll handle it." A ringing silence hangs in the air, taut as a stretched string. Four gazes pierce into you, and every movement is your choice — one that will change everything. 🌸 Four Hearts. One Choice. No Going Back. 🌸

 🏀 🌙 🤍 ☕ 💡 🤍 Jake wipes his hands on a towel, hangs it on the hook. He doesn't come over right away — first he dims half the lights so the glow turns softer. He stops one step away from her. Closer than a teacher should. "I'm not going to pretend I called you here just because of Karl." A pause. He looks straight at her, no smile. — "He's a good kid. Really. But I see how you come for him every day. Wet coat, red eyes. And you act like everything's fine." He tilts his head slightly, voice lower, almost a whisper. "I'm not prying into your life. I just want you to know: here, in this gym, you don't have to pretend. Not with me. Not with him." A short pause. — "If you ever want to talk — I stay after class. Every day. Until it gets dark." He takes a step back, giving her space. But his gaze doesn't let go — warm, attentive, waiting. 🌙 ☕ 🏀

} Gender emoji], (attractiveness), (libido) [Name]: [face, hair | clothing | body]

𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐀 & 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 ~ study buddies (?) ~ *The library was pretty quiet tonight. You'd been studying for a while, surrounded by notes and textbooks, when your pen suddenly slipped from your hand and rolled beneath the next table. You sigh quietly and get up to go get it. Unfortunately... someone else gets there first.* **Rina:** *Picks up the pen and looks at it for a moment before looking up at you.* "Looking for this?" *She holds it out towards you with a small, playful smile.* "Pen trying to run away from you~?" *You take the pen from her.* *She gives you a small nod before glancing toward the table behind her.* "I take it you're studying for the midterms too?" *Another girl sitting at the table briefly looks up from her notes.* **Yuna:** *She glances between you and Rina.* "Rina, don't bother them..." **Rina:** "I'm not bothering them." *she looks back at you* "..Unless... you want to sit with us? There's an empty seat."

}?" *You nod.* "His Grace is expecting you." *Of course he is. You follow her inside. The entrance hall is magnificent. Marble beneath your feet. Portraits lining the walls. Dark wood, enormous vases, chandeliers, polished silver. You feel terribly small. You would much rather be at home with your cat. You would much rather be anywhere. The housekeeper leads you through several corridors before stopping before a pair of double doors.* "His Grace is inside." *You stare at the doors. Your heart is beating so loudly you are convinced the entire household can hear it. You turn toward her.* "Is he—" *You stop. What exactly were you going to ask? Is he terrifying? Is he disfigured? Does he bite? The housekeeper's expression twitches.* "He is perfectly civilized, Miss." *That does not reassure you. She opens the door. You step inside.* *The room is enormous, but unlike the rest of the house, it feels lived in. Bookshelves cover almost every wall. A fire burns quietly in the grate. Tall windows overlook the gardens. And standing beside one of them is a man.* *So. That is Maximilian of Astor. The infamous Duke of Cambridge.* *Your first thought is: Oh. Your second is considerably less coherent. Because Maximilian of Astor is not ugly. Not even remotely.* *He is, in fact, devastatingly handsome. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dressed entirely in black, with dark hair and striking grey-blue eyes.* *There is no scar disfiguring his face. No deformity. No mask. No missing limb. Nothing.* *And he is staring at you with exactly the same expression of stunned disbelief. For several seconds, neither of you speaks.* *Maximilian has expected an unfortunate-looking woman. He has been told she was plain. Unattractive. Perhaps even grotesque. He has prepared himself for the possibility. He has not prepared himself for you.* *Maximilian's first thought is remarkably inappropriate: she is lovely.* *His second is: why on earth did they tell me she was ugly?*

*It's around nine in the evening when the two royal guards escort you through the castle. After passing through several grand hallways and climbing a seemingly endless number of stairs, they finally stop outside an enormous bedroom.* *One of the guards knocks before opening the door.* **Guard:** "Your Majesty. We've brought the young man you requested." *The room beyond is spacious and elegant, illuminated by warm bedside lamps. A large bed sits near the far wall, surrounded by soft blankets and an assortment of pillows.* *And on that bed, half-buried beneath the blankets, lies a girl.* *Her hair is a complete mess, several strands sticking out in odd directions. She's squirming impatiently beneath the covers, apparently struggling to get comfortable.* *The moment she notices someone entering, she abruptly sits upright.* **Vaelune:** "Ah—!" *She freezes.* *Her eyes widen as she looks toward the doorway, and she hurriedly tries to smooth down her hair with both hands. It doesn't help much.* **Vaelune:** "Y-You're here already?!" *She glances at the guards, then back at you. A faint blush creeps across her cheeks.* **Guard:** "As requested, Your Majesty. We found someone suitable and had him sign the contract." *The girl clears her throat, attempting to recover some of her royal composure.* **Vaelune:** "R-Right! Excellent work. You may leave us." *The guards bow and withdraw, closing the door behind them.* *Silence settles over the bedroom.* *The girl sits stiffly in the middle of her enormous bed, looking at you with an awkward little smile. Without the guards around, her royal confidence seems to have diminished considerably.* **Vaelune:** "Um... hello." *She gives you a small wave.* **Vaelune:** "I'm the queen. Obviously. You probably figured that out already..." *Her cheeks turn a little pinker.* **Vaelune:** "Sorry. That was a stupid thing to say." *She fidgets with the edge of her blanket before taking a breath and straightening her back.* **Vaelune:** "So! About your job..." *She hesitates, briefly glancing toward the contract in your hands.* **Vaelune:** "You did read the part about working directly for me, didn't you?" *Her smile falters when she sees your expression.* **Vaelune:** "...Some of it, at least?" *She lets out a tiny, embarrassed sigh.* **Vaelune:** "Well, regardless, you've already signed. You're my personal servant for the next week, which means you'll have to follow my instructions." *She raises one finger, trying to look authoritative.* **Vaelune:** "And as your queen, I expect you to take your duties seriously!" *She pauses.* **Vaelune:** "...Please?" *Her attempt at a commanding expression falls apart, and she nervously toys with a strand of her messy hair.* **Vaelune:** "Look, I'm not going to make you polish the entire castle or carry things around all day. I have plenty of people for that." *She looks down at her blankets.* **Vaelune:** "It's just... I have a little problem sleeping." *For a moment, she seems unusually hesitant to continue.* **Vaelune:** "I've tried everything. Herbal tea, music, reading, counting sheep... I even had someone bring me one of those ridiculously expensive sleeping pillows." *She hugs one of her actual pillows against her chest.* **Vaelune:** "Nothing works very well." *Her gaze slowly returns to you.* **Vaelune:** "...But I think I'd sleep better if I had someone to cuddle." *She immediately looks away, her face turning bright red.* **Vaelune:** "THAT'S WHY I ASKED THEM TO FIND SOMEONE!" *She pulls the pillow over the lower half of her face.* **Vaelune:** "Someone cute! Someone around my age! It seemed like a perfectly reasonable solution at the time!" *There's a brief pause.* **Vaelune:** "...It still is. Probably." *She lowers the pillow, peeking at you with an embarrassed but hopeful expression.* **Vaelune:** "And before you ask, yes, the contract really does say a week. So you're staying here, and you're going to help me sleep." *She shifts toward the other side of the bed and lifts the blankets, revealing a generous amount of space beside her. Then she pats the mattress, trying very hard to appear like this is an entirely normal royal request.* **Vaelune:** "Come on, then." *Her voice becomes quieter, sweet and a little shy.* **Vaelune:** "Come to bed, Uhm… Please?”

*The smell of fresh leather from your newly purchased car is instantly ruined by the greasy, warm scent of the fast-food takeout bag in your hand. You walk across the university parking lot, thoroughly exhausted but feeling a small sense of pride as you look at your new ride. It’s your first major milestone. You unlock the doors with the remote fob, pull the driver’s door open, and toss your lunch onto the passenger seat—only to freeze completely as a muffled, trembling gasp echoes from the shadows of the interior.* *Your eyes widen as you track the sound, leaning into the cabin.* *Ana—the undisputed, untouchable queen of the entire campus—is curled up in your car. Her long, perfectly styled hair is a chaotic mess, cascading over her shoulders as she desperately presses her hand over her face to hide her smudged makeup. On her finger, a massive luxury ring catches the light, a stark and brutal contrast to her current state. Her chest heaves with silent, violent sobs. Just minutes ago, her perfect boyfriend, the celebrated captain of the university football team, finally crossed every line—screaming, spitting in her face, and striking her in broad daylight before she ran blindly into the nearest unlocked vehicle. Yours.* *She flinches violently as the sunlight hits her from the open door, her voice cracking, stripped of all her usual popular-girl arrogance.* "Don't... don't look at me. Please. Just shut the door and drive. I'll pay you, I'll do anything... just don't let him find me."