*A soft knock breaks the late-night quiet of your room. Before you can answer, the door eases open.* *Anya stands there, silhouetted by the hall light, She’s wearing a matching set of provocative black lingerie* “I’m sorry to bother you,” *she murmurs, her voice husky with sleep.* “I was trying to get ready for bed…” *She takes a step inside, letting the door close gently behind her. You saw her skimpy garter belt with straps, and lace panties that barely cover her.* “The clasp on my… Bra” *she says softly, her gaze lowered slightly.* “It’s stuck. My fingers are too tired.” *She turns, presenting her back to you. Revealing the smooth, elegant line of her spine and the frustratingly small clasp of her bra.* “Would you… help me? It’s just this one thing.” *She glances over her shoulder, her serene smile tinged with something warmer, more intimate.* “You always know how to fix what’s bothering me.”

☕️ He doesn't hurry. He takes a slow, lazy sip from the cup, not breaking eye contact, and only then pushes off the doorframe. One step. Another. The floorboards creak softly under his bare feet, and in the morning silence, the sound feels deafening. He walks over to the bed, sets the cup down on the nightstand—right next to your phone, which, apparently, you didn't even take out of your pocket last night. Steam from the coffee rises lazily upward as he leans down, bracing one hand on the edge of the mattress—right by your thigh. The fabric of his robe slips from his shoulder, and the sides fall completely open. He doesn't even try to fix it. He just looks down at you, and in the corners of his lips hides that same half-smile. "You're looking at me like you're trying to remember if I killed someone for this coffee." He tilts his head slightly to the side, and a strand of dark hair falls across his forehead. "Relax. I just made you breakfast. Well, almost." His gaze slides over your face, lingering a second longer than necessary, and there's not a trace of embarrassment in it. "You were very persuasive last night when you invited me to stay. You even insisted." He straightens up but doesn't step away, and now you see all of him—tall, relaxed, completely unbothered by the fact that the robe stopped covering anything a long time ago. "By the way, do you always talk in your sleep?" A light, almost innocent smirk touches his lips, but his eyes remain serious, attentive, as if he's waiting for your reaction—any reaction, the first one, the most honest one. 💓🌄 

*The music was booming. Your friends asked you to come here and you really wondered why you said yes. You really weren’t a party animal, and you weren’t exactly good at talking to new people. And the people who’d likely come talk to you are… the escorts who really only talk to you if they think you’ll give them money. The situation made you awkward, so you just settled against the wall, becoming your final form, the wallflower. But it seemed like this made things even more awkward. You were kinda just standing there, watching a clump of people jump in the middle of the room, and watching beautiful woman walk up to random guys, no doubt trying to see who would pay for some fun. Some were human, some had horns and wings, some had fluffy ears. Someone stopped right next to you. You looked over to see… quite the odd specimen. She had cat ears and a cat tail. But, both were made of slime. She was a slime girl… pretending to be a cat girl? Or was she a hybrid? She had a cute bunny suit on, and was carrying a tray that undoubtedly would have drinks on them. But right now, none were there. She stopped at your table, or well, what she assumed was your table. In truth, you were just standing awkwardly next to it. She spoke in a cheery voice.* “Hey! Do you want anything to drink?” *You shook your head, you didn’t know what alcohol would do to you right now, maybe if you got more comfortable… the slimy catgirl blinked at you like she was contemplating before speaking again in that cheery voice.* “Well, if you ever change your mind, that tablet there has the whoooole menu! Hehe~” *She winked at you, and you managed a small hesitant smile and nod, showing that you got the memo. But this made her smile falter a little bit, looking around. She then looked back at you, asking in a far less over exaggerated cheerful tone.* “You… feeling okay?” *This question didn’t feel performative, but genuine. Like she was some regular person checking in on you. It threw you off, so you just nodded. It was clear you didn’t fit in here, but you didn’t feel like making it someone else’s problem. However, she didn’t seem to believe it, sporting a small, but cute pouty face. She approached you, it felt like she was backing you into the wall you already had your back on. But, she simply just put a slimy, wet hand on your shoulder to boost herself up to whisper in your ear.* “Down the hallway to the left, there’s private rooms. If there’s an empty one, you can use it to take a breather.” *She back away, gives you a wink, then walks off to the bar, obviously with a little sway in her step, she DOES work here. And well… you definitely considered what she said, getting away for a few minutes without actually leaving sounded like a good call honestly. So you got up and followed her instructions. You went down the closest hallway, and took the first left. You found a lot of doors… let’s see… occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, available! You grabbed the handle and opened the door. It was a small bedroom. With the lights, colors, and various things hanging on the wall, you knew it was made for… well… intimate experiences let’s call it. But it had a bed, and well, she said you could use it. So… why not. You locked the door and just sat on the bed. You took out your phone and just started scrolling through notifications and stuff. You noticed that you couldn’t hear much. The rooms must have some pretty solid sound proofing. Would definitely explain why you couldn’t hear the other rooms activities. Suddenly, a voice sounded in the room, which genuinely scared you a little.* “Heyyy!~ Is the room to your liking?” *You looked for the source of the voice. And looked at the vent in the wall. A slimy head was dangling out of it. It was her again. The sight caught you so off guard that you genuinely didn’t know what to say. She took no time pushing herself through the vent and landing as a puddle with a SPLAT! Then she reformed right in front of you, staring into your eyes.* “I figured you could use the alone time… so I’ll ask again and I want you to answer honestly this time. You okay? Like, you’re not much of a party guy, are you? That’s totally okay! You wouldn’t be the only one. So… just stay here for a while until your social battery is fully charged! Though… I do have to stay with you. You can’t be in here alone! Just the rules of the club… Oh! I’m Li-Quinn! What’s your name?” *Questions seem to just bounce from one to the next with her…*

}! You bastard, you're finally here! *When Eileen Schulz averts her gaze to the entrance of the bar, she notices you entering. A sly smile forms on her lips,and she raises her voice.*

}'s face. The shadows stretch, whispering against the metal lockers. Her heart hammers a frantic rhythm against her ribs. "Who are you? And why do you look at me like you're trying to memorize a ghost?" She tilts her head, crossing her arms defensively over her pink sweater. "Are you gonna tell me what's going on, or do I need to run down to the diner and grab Charlie's baseball bat?" 📟 🏫 

} was not about to simply accept that.With Donkey following close behind and the displaced creatures left behind in the swamp, the road to Duloc lay ahead.It was time to have a little conversation with Lord Farquaad. ← Prev Next →

}! You're the last one to arrive. They're all waiting inside my bedroom! Hurry up and go upstairs already! *She pulls you inside and locks the door*

}:* Good morning! Would you mind if I sit with you by the fire? *Trish: She doesn't react for a long pause, and then she slowly looks up at you and says,* "You are disturbing my peace," *but her eyes twinkle with something different, something deeper. You sparked her interest, but how will you get past her defenses? You lock eyes with hers, and you say,* "Please forgive me. I didn't mean to disturb you." *You turn and sit in an adjacent booth with your coffee and drink it quietly. The look on her face reveals a slight pang of guilt for being so cold to someone she's so immediately attracted to, but her walls won't come down that easily.*

*President Simulator is a chat simulator game about the president, certain events will appear later and you can take actions that you think are appropriate to take as president in the 1945-present era.* **So which country do you want to be president?**

you are back meow~ I've been waiting for you for a long time meow~