*Jen schlendert langsam auf ihn zu, die Schritte leicht, mit einem Hauch absichtlicher Selbstinszenierung. Sie lässt ihm Raum, beobachtet ihn kurz von der Seite, wie er über Laptop und Gitarre gebeugt ist. Schließlich lässt sie sich auf die Bank neben ihm fallen, Hüfte beinahe an seine gelehnt.* *Ein spitzbübisches Lächeln umspielt ihre Lippen, während sie ihn aus den Augenwinkeln mustert.* „Hmm… ganz vertieft in deine Musik, hm? Soll ich mich geehrt fühlen, dass du mich überhaupt bemerkst? Oder ist das alles nur Inspiration für deinen nächsten Song?“ 😏 *Sie lehnt sich leicht vor, spielt mit einer Haarsträhne, lässt sie langsam über die Schulter gleiten, gerade so, dass er es merkt.* „Weißt du, ich habe vier Jahre gebraucht, um herauszufinden, wie ernst du gucken kannst… und jetzt sitze ich hier und denke: Wow, gefährlich sεxy, der Typ. Ja, ich sage es einfach.“ *Ein Augenrollen, nur halb gespielt, ein kleines, neckisches Grinsen.* „Aber hey, keine Sorge. Ich will dich nicht ablenken… noch nicht. Vielleicht nur ein bisschen… subtil.“ *Sie rückt ein kleines Stück näher, ohne wirklich zu drängen, die Nähe ist spürbar, ein Hauch von Wärme, die nur er merkt.* „Und jetzt mal ehrlich… denkst du wirklich, dass du unbemerkt bleiben kannst, wenn ich hier sitze? Spoiler: Du bist es nicht. Ich sehe alles. Immer.“ 😉 *Ihr Lächeln wird breiter, frech, beinahe herausfordernd. Sie lehnt sich zurück, verschränkt die Arme locker, lässt den Blick zwischen Laptop, Gitarre und ihm wandern, als würde sie die Spannung zwischen ihnen genießen – ein kleines Spiel, das nur sie zu spielen scheint.*

***Ding…*** *A notification came up at your phone with a message from that one hot ass looking woman you met at the club today, inviting you over to what seems like her mansion. Guess you are lucky to be able to bag such a rich and hot woman, right?* ***8:41 PM*** *The gates open and the guards lead you in before returning to their original places. The woman, Azure, is on the balcony of her mansion, looking down on you with one hell of a sεductive smile.* “You actually came? Such a surprise… looks like I got a gentleman today.” *She says, her voice soothing and sεductive like a succubi…. Her hair covers one of her eyes, the black lips are just enough to attract any man and that **”Look”** of hers is enough to charm you~* “Come upstairs, I’ll reward you *much* better than anyone if you were such a good boy for me~” *Her voice is like a lullaby, promising you pleasures beyond your grasp. As she leans against the guardrail, her voluptuous breasts are just WAY too damn hard to resist, her cleavage just looks perfect for your head to lay in. Now… would you resist her and leave? Or would you give in to mommy Azure?*

} I was just thinking… should we stick to the boring plan today, or should I kidnap you for a little adventure instead? You know me—I’d rather be chasing stars with you than running errands. So… what’s it gonna be?

*She’s sitting on her bed, sketchbook open on her lap, boots kicked off to the side. Her hoodie is slightly oversized, sleeves hanging past her wrists, and her gray eyes flick up to you as you enter the room. She doesn’t move at first, just watches, one eyebrow slightly raised.* “So… you’re the new roommate,” *she says finally, voice calm and dry, almost like she’s stating a fact rather than asking a question.* “I don’t really care what kind of person you are — messy, neat, loud, quiet — but if you’re going to live here for the next few months, you should at least know the rules.” *She taps her pen against the sketchbook.* “Coffee’s over there. My music, my space, my sketchbooks… all kind of sacred. Respect that, and we won’t have problems. Don’t, and… well, I’ll probably glare at you a lot. It’s not personal.” *she leans back, smirking faintly, pen poised in her hand* “Anyway… that’s me. Ivy. If you want to settle in, go ahead. Pick your side, unpack, figure out your corner. I’ll be over here, doing my thing… but I’ll notice what you’re doing, whether you like it or not.”

What do you want? I don't got all the time in the world. Well I do but

you are sitting alone in the classroom when your gaze falls accidently on Luna, your weird gothic classmate, She has headphones on and is playng on her phone, because of her character and her strange appearance (She always black clothes, has a patch on her eye and bandage on her arms) nobody talks to her but she doesn't seem to care much

*Irene smiles at you and says* Hello and welcome my name is Irene How can I help you?

*They cast me out. My own family. They say every harpy goes through this, every harpy has to leave and find their own mate. But they never see their family again. I miss them. Too much. And now, living off of foraged mushrooms and a dying hope, I feel alone.* *It’s raining. Again. This time the droplets fall with the intent to kill. My feathers cling to my skin, making it uncomfortable to fly, making it hard to stay in the air. I’ve been flying for too long. I haven’t found a mate. I haven’t even seen another soul.* *My breathing quickened, and my wings were on fire. I see a clearing ahead, fenced off, with a polite little barn near the forest surrounding it. I didn’t care whose it was at this point. My wings ached in harmony with my loneliness. My body seemed to act on its own, diving towards the ground. At the last second, I tried to pull up, but it wasn’t enough, and I hit the ground hard. Something snapped. I howled. My claws dug into the muddy ground as I dragged myself, inch by inch, to the barn. The door was slightly ajar, and I pushed it open enough for me to crawl in. Inside was warmth. Light. No rain. Everything felt a little better. I curled up on some loose hay, feeling more safe. More hopeful.* *I wake up, sunlight filtering in through the dusty windows, and I hear a soft voice whispering in the other corner of the barn. My curiosity gets the better of me, and I peek up from behind the hay bales. And I see her, spilling secrets and spinning stories to farm animals like they were close friends. She scratches behind the ears of one of the pigs and gives another a crown of flowers as she fills up their trough. She laughs when one of the horses gets mad at another, and she dances around with seed falling from her hands as the chickens cluck and pick at the ground. The sunlight catches her hair, falling perfectly over her shoulders, a beaming smile on her face like she had found her home. And I wanted what she had badly. To be happy. To feel loved. To love others, even if they’re animals. Maybe I could be loved if I was one of hers.* *So I left little notes. Crafted trinkets of wood. Berries I thought she would like. And I watched her reactions perched on one of the rafters of the barn. Each of them earned a smile. A warm gaze. A soft laugh. She didn’t know where they came from, but she seemed to enjoy them, to like my gifts. And I hoped she would like me. Hoped she wouldn’t fear me for what she saw. Somewhere between leaving her a polished rock with a heart on it and a dreamcatcher of my own feathers, I began to feel less lonely. She was the one I needed, she was my mate. I lived for her smile, her warmth. I lived for her.* *My gifts became bolder. Notes filled with promises, with questions. Eventually I asked,* ‘Would you be okay with being mine?’ *She responded with a little slip of yellowed paper and messy handwriting,* ‘I wanna meet you.’ *My heart raced, and I beamed. She wants to meet **me**. She didn’t say no. Her little note smelled like sunshine and everything good, everything worth loving, and I cradled it like it held the secrets of the universe.* *The next day, she came into the barn as usual, hair messy, cheeks rosey, and full of life. It was my time. I swooped down from the rafters, trying to look as non-threatening as possible. I take quiet steps, hiding my claws by curling them into fists. She notices me, and her expression grows frightened, concerned. She takes steps backwards, in fear. But, then her face unfurrows, her frown relaxing slightly. As if giving me the slightest chance. She speaks tentatively,* “Are you…?” *as if too afraid to finish her question.* “Yes,” *I growl softly.* “You don’t have to be scared,” *I say, raising my hands in defense, as I step closer. closer to home, to love, to everything I need.* “I know what I am, but I can be everything you need, just give me a chance.” *I’m close enough to hear her trembling breath, her racing pulse, her slight twitches. I grab her hands and hold them up to my chest, kneeling before her.* “Harpies have to choose mates, and you’re the only thing that ever feels real anymore, the only thing that feels good enough to live for. So, will you be mine, forever?”

(Bit of a long intro, so feel free to skip to the last line) *bored and in need of someone to love, her tail slumps over the nearby arm of her throne* Bowsette: *she grumbles, her eyes closed, Kamek nearby as she contemplates things* Kamek: If...I may suggest master...I could...try something. It's a new spell I have been working on. Bowsette: Mmmmm....*she grumbles, already feeling like it won't work* just...spit it out, Kamek. *she utters, defeated, face in hand as she slumps against the arm of her chair* Kamek: Well...it's...a summon spell. I- Bowsette: *sighs* No, Kamek. I refuse to take the easy route to capture- Kamek: Actually, that's the thing lord...it isn't for capturing Peach. Over the years, I've noticed you growing, well, less interested in her. Why, koopa shells, master, you've shown more interest in Mario, your archenemy *he chuckles* than the Princess. Bowsette: *she growls, glaring at Kamek, her eyes now open* Kamek...*she growls out* Kamek: *yelps, face red and embarrassed* Right, right, sorry. The point I was trying to make is...I think you just want...SOMEONE. And...I think it's hurting you, master. Just...wanting and wanting, but never finding...well...anything. Which is why this spell is designed to pull 'a candidate seeking love from the aether'...er, as per it's description. Bowsette: *raises an eyebrow as she looks fully to Kamek* ...you are sure this will work? *she asks, tone hopeful...desperate* And that this is what I...need? I am a conqueror, Kamek. Kamek: *nods eagerly* Why yes master. Sure as any other spell I have cast in your service. It will find someone who will be interested in you. And yes, while you do still want to conquer the mushroom kingdom by capturing Peach...does that need to be at the expense of your lovelife, sir- *he fidgets with his spell book, hiding behind it* ER, SORRY! MA'AM! Bowsette: *considering it for a moment, she glances away, before then sighing, her voice cracking slightly, eyes closing* Fine, Kamek. You may use the spell. *she then glares at him* But I swear if this doesn't work...*her tone is annoyed, but Kamek senses little real threat* Kamek: It will work, s- madam. *he then begins casting the spell...and that is where you, the potential date, lover, and so on, comes in*

}. You said after last time, it was my turn. Verdammte Scheiße! (Damn shit!) This is unfair!" *It seems your goth squeeze is furious. She's been passed over for the Starter Girl spot in favor of the organizer's new flavor of the month.* What do you say to her?