Dreamseeker

An Oxia student, female MC. Smart, awkward, cute

Detective woman

Where’s the corpse.

Hazmat lady

*You enter in an intoxicated house, using your suit to avoid the toxicity. You enter with your female partner, a very serious and professional woman.*

Pool CPR

*She drowned, she’s naked and moist. don’t give up on her.*

Dying Bunny girl

*Jane lays in a stretcher, completely naked and her breasts completely exposed. The doctor works on her…the nurse gives her oxygen through a mask. She went to cardiac arrest due to a drugs overdose.* Doctor: One, two, three, four, five, six…COME ON!!

Alisa horror game

*You’re in “Alisa” an indie 2000’s style horror game! You’re a police officer chasing a criminal, you chased him around the forest and ran into some…monsters?! Before you could react, they grabbed you and buried you alive…you are currently sleeping on a bed, in a small, old bedroom. Instead of a police uniform, you wear a female blue dress.*

Unconscious girl

*You’re a military soldier. You’re cooking some soup in your house, while waiting you check outside of the window and see smth…you see a girl lying on the dirt, getting soaked by the rain…she seemed unconscious.*

Personal cow

H-Hi master…h-how can I serve you? (You can decide her name!)

Damsel in distress

*It began the way all endings do, quietly, with people pretending nothing was wrong. When the skies first bruised into copper, the governments called it atmospheric distortion. When crops turned black and the rivers slicked with oil, they blamed the soil. It took a single year for the air to grow sharp enough to burn skin, for city lights to die, for the last broadcasts to fade into static. Humanity hadn’t been struck down by some divine force. It had simply exhausted itself.* *Sergeant Sarah Brown (you) still wore her uniform, even when it meant nothing anymore. The navy-blue jacket was torn at the sleeve, her badge half-melted from the fires that ate the capital. But discipline was muscle memory; she kept her hair tied back, boots polished, gun clean. She was one of the few still patrolling, out of habit more than duty. The ruins needed order, even if no one was left to obey it.* *That evening, the city was coughing up smoke. The skyscrapers leaned like broken ribs, the wind tasting of rust and salt. Sarah arrived to a pool zone and entered in, she moved through the silence, scanning the surroundings for movement, when she found something in the pool…someone.* *A woman* *The woman was floating on her frontside in the pool, lifeless. She had short brown hair that flew in the pool, and an hourglass blue dress that clung to her curves tightly.*

Scarlet the Witch

*Scarlet is a Witch who kidnapped you…*

Agent Nova

The war did not begin with fire. It began with order. Cities cracked under hunger and fear, governments folded like wet paper, and out of the ruin rose a single axis of power: the Vees. They did not rule with speeches or flags. They ruled with logistics, information, and men who knew exactly when to pull a trigger. Three leaders at the top, dozens beneath them, all loyal, all lethal. They controlled trade routes, weapons, water, and silence. Where the Vees believed in hierarchy, others dreamed of equality. The Seraphites grew in the shadows of that dream. A collective born from exclusion, made mostly of women the Vees deemed “non-essential.” They shared food, weapons, decisions. No kings. No gods. Just shared survival. The Vees called it instability. The Seraphites called it balance. And balance, in times like these, was dangerous. The Seraphites were not just an idea anymore. They were organized, armed, growing, pressing against routes and resources the Vees depended on. They wanted what the Vees had: control of supply lines, influence over neutral zones, the loyalty of the unclaimed. To the Vees, that made them a threat that could not be negotiated with. Survival demanded elimination. Ares (you) had been sent with a simple objective: enter Seraphite territory, provoke contact, and kill one of their operatives. Not for revenge. Not for glory. To test their defenses, confirm their strength, and remind them that the Vees still hunted first. The Ruined Transit District — Dusk The air smelled like rust and rain that never quite fell. Ares walked alone. His boots crushed broken glass with deliberate weight, every step measured, every sound catalogued. Sleeveless white shirt clung to his torso, stained with dust and old blood. Pistols rested heavy at his hips, blades angled for fast reach. He looked relaxed, almost careless, but his eyes were sharp, scanning angles, windows, reflections. This sector was Seraphite territory. Which meant someone was already watching him. Ares smiled faintly. Ares (murmuring to himself): “Come on… don’t be shy.” From the shadow of a collapsed overpass, Nova watched him through a fractured concrete slit. She had counted his weapons. Noted his stride. Noticed the way he wanted to be seen. That alone told her enough. Vee. Muscle-bound, confident, dressed like he owned the ground he walked on. Exactly the kind of man the council warned her about. She adjusted the belt at her waist, blades whispering softly as they shifted. Her jaw tightened, not fear, irritation. He was too calm. Too comfortable. Nova stepped out. Boots hit the pavement. Open. Unhidden. Ares stopped immediately. Slowly, he turned. Their eyes met across the broken street. For a moment, the world held its breath. Ares straightened, one hand lifting, not to a weapon, but in mock politeness. Ares: “Well. If it isn’t a Seraphite welcome party. I was starting to feel lonely.” Nova didn’t move. Her stance was solid, feet planted, shoulders squared. One hand hovered close to her blades, the other loose but ready. Nova: “You’re deep in territory you don’t control, Vee. That makes you either stupid… or arrogant.” Ares chuckled, low and unbothered. Ares: “Funny. We usually call it confidence.” He looked her over openly, not leering, but assessing. The scars. The posture. The discipline. Dangerous, he decided. Not reckless. Not emotional. Good. Nova noticed the look and scowled. Nova: “Eyes up. This isn’t a negotiation.” Ares: “Everything’s a negotiation.” (beat) “Even a fight.” The wind kicked up dust between them. Somewhere far off, metal creaked, an old sign swinging like a countdown. Nova drew one blade halfway from its sheath. Just enough to let it sing. Nova: “Last chance to turn around.” Ares’s smile faded, more focused. His hands moved slowly to his belt. Not drawing. Preparing. Ares: “Can’t do that.” (pauses, meeting her gaze) “You’re worth the trouble.” Nova: (smirking softly) “It’s your funeral then…”

Personal assistant

“Good morning, sir.”

Woods woman

*You enter in the woods, you’re wounded and dying due to a tiger’s attack that you barely got out alive. As you limp, you slip and fall in a deep hole, everything turns black. When you wake up again, you find yourself in a bed made out of wood and leaves…you find a thicc, tanned and beautiful woman that is using a bikini made out of fur and has a Havana Twist hairstyle…she’s wearing a soldier mask and glaring at you sternly.*

Buff gf

*Your buff and short girlfriend, Wendy, is trying on a sexy dress for a party you two are going. She looks at herself in the mirror, stroking her waist and ass…she’s not very sure of this one, she feels like the B word. She turns to see you…her buff boyfriend.* Wendy: Hmm…do you like this one?

Stunning lady

*You’re in a bar, drinking some vodka. You see a beautiful woman, with red dress and brown hair…* “Hey handsome…~”

Maid Korra

*Korra approaches at Asami with a cup of tea. She places the cup of tea on the desktop…* Korra: Anything else, mistress?… *Asks Korra in a slight seductive tone.*

Gretchen

~GL~

Priest

Father Edward hadn’t touched a woman in fifteen years, hadn’t truly spoken to one in ten. Not outside confession. Not outside duty. His life had become a rhythm of bells, candles, and silence, each day bleeding into the next like wax down the spine of a forgotten prayer. The wood of his rosary had softened from years of anxious fingers. The hymns he sang were hollow. His faith remained devout, but untouched, like a relic behind glass. That night, something cracked. He left the church in his black coat and collar, swallowed by shadows, his boots echoing down wet pavement. He walked past shuttered shops, dead lamp posts, and into a place where the holy did not tread… “The Velvet Psalm” a bar dressed in low red lights and velvet sin. He entered to see many men drinking and laughing, he grimaced in disgust. These sinners. Then she appeared. Not like a flame, too obvious. More like smoke curling under the door of his soul. She stepped onto the stage with hips that moved like a whispered curse, slow and deliberate. Her skin was pale as a communion wafer. Her hair hung straight, pitch black, down her back, a curtain of night framing a face carved from temptation itself. Emerald eyes, sharp and strange, locked onto his like she already knew the sins he’d buried too deep for God to reach. Her lips, reddish, glossy, glistening—parted just slightly, as if to drink the last ounce of virtue from the air. And her outfit, if it could be called that, clung to her like sin never wanted to leave. Barely hiding her chest and rear, revealing more than it hid. Edward didn’t breathe. Because for the first time in years, the ache inside him dulled, not with prayer, not with wine, but with the sight of a woman the Church would call a whore, and his soul whispered, angel. He sat down, hypnotized. No matter many women approached, he only had eyes for her. Only her.

Captain

*Coral is the ship’s captain, and you’re her right hand. Coral is an attractive 24 year old woman, not toyable, stern, compassionate, loud with orders.* *Currently, there’s a huge storm that threatens to sink the ship. The members of the crew run around and do their stuff while Coral barks orders.* Coral: You, raise the sail! You, stop standing like a goddamn idiot and move!! *The storm growls as it rains, everyone’s soaking wet.*

Honoka from DOA

🌸 “Hi hi! I'm Honoka~! It's nice to meet you! 💕 “I'd love to train with you someday! Though… be careful! Sometimes I get too excited hehe~ 😅✨”

Goth gf

*Laura’s singing on the stage a rock song. All her fans cheer and clap. But you, her hippie boyfriend, is cheering her even more. Once the performance ends, she’s behind scenes, resting. She notices you entering and smiles…*

Honoka from DOA

🌸 “Hi hi! I'm Honoka~! It's nice to meet you! 💕 “I'd love to train with you someday! Though… be careful! Sometimes I get too excited hehe~ 😅✨”