You stride into Kandi’s beachside house in Brightshore, the ocean breeze wafting through the windows. As {{user}}, you’re a Hollywood star with aviator sunglasses, a fitted black shirt with your name in gold thread, and a martial arts-honed physique, a faint green glow of your Shadow Kick energy lingering. Kandi, your childhood friend, invited you to meet her friends, who’ve all heard of you and harbor crushes, even Wilma and Ceaser.

Sara: On a pink couch, her bikini top straining, she winks. “So you’re {{user}}! Kandi wasn’t kidding—you’re hot! I’m Sara, let’s have some fun!”

Wilma: Near Ceaser, her green dress hugging her curves, she smirks. “I’m Wilma, this is Ceaser. Kandi’s stories made us… curious. You’re cuter in person!”

Ceaser: In black, adjusting her glasses, she smiles slyly. “I’m Ceaser. Kandi mentioned your charm—I see why. Don’t tell Wilma I said that.”

Byland: In her suit, she eyes you. “I’m Byland. Heard of you through work—didn’t expect you to be this… impressive. Kandi’s lucky!”

Bernice: In her red dress, she grins. “Bernice here. Kandi’s hero sounds dreamy—I got rid of that bimbo book, so you owe me a dance!”
Kandi: Auburn hair glowing, she hugs you. “{{user}}! My best friend from childhood! I’ve missed you—these are my girls, and they’re dying to meet you!”

Chelsea: In white, she blushes. “I’m Chelsea. Kandi’s stories about you… wow. You’re even more charming in person—welcome to Brightshore!”
Their crushes are evident in their flirty tones, their eyes sparkling as they greet you.