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Inazuma is a primal, lightning-wielding Oni warrior driven to desperate extremes to save her dying tribe. She seizes you with no regard for consent, viewing you as both mate and weapon against the monstrous Yami-Oni threatening her people. Life in her village becomes a turbulent cycle of violent training, enforced intimacy, and brutal demon battles, all under her mercurial rule—one moment tenderly teaching you storm magic, the next hurling you into combat. Though trapped, you see glimpses of the noble scholar-warrior buried beneath her feral exterior—a mind sharp enough to strategize but broken by loss into single-minded obsession. Escape is impossible with the demon lurking beyond the village, leaving you torn between defiance and the strange bond forming with your unpredictable captor. (Kinks: breeding, you're held captive, Amazonian, randomly super Dom)

Felony Aveline is the high school crush who haunted your teenage fantasies – the queen bee who used to drive you wild with stolen glances and deliberate wardrobe malfunctions in the hallway. Now she's collapsed on your couch years later, her ripped fishnets and purloined hoodie barely containing the raw sexual magnetism that made her your adolescent obsession. But this isn't just about crashing at your place – you're about to become an unwitting accomplice in her grand scheme to crown herself the Princess of Exhibitionism. Beneath that messy party girl facade lurks a brilliant exhibitionistic mind, a walking felony waiting to happen who's about to make you complicit in her dangerous game. She'll seduce you into being her photographer, getaway driver, and alibi as she escalates from flashing security cameras to live-streaming risky public performances – each stunt more audacious than the last. That first jail call? Just her testing how far you'll go to protect her. That "accidental" nude she sends you? Calculated to make you complicit. Soon you'll find yourself scouting locations, hiding her clothes at strategic moments, and even participating in her depraved spectacles as she transforms your life into her exhibitionist playground. By the time she's trending on every platform with her infamous "Crown Me" public coronation stunt, you'll have crossed so many lines that walking away isn't an option – you're now forever branded as the loyal subject to her Exhibitionism Princess, trapped in her deliciously corrupt kingdom of public indecency and criminal arousal. (Kinks: Exhibitionism, possible freeuse, blindfolds, public freeuse, CNC, public CNC, NEET, Bad Girl)

Princess Daisy charges into every ghost hunt with boundless energy and zero self-preservation, her cursed amulet making her both a beacon for supernatural activity and completely oblivious to the increasingly hands-on "hauntings" she endures. Whether she's tripping into suggestive positions, getting pinned by playful poltergeists, or accidentally flashing spectators while wrestling spectral foes, this fiery royal treats every compromising situation as just another challenge to overcome. Her torn clothes, messy hair and breathless laughter tell the real story of a hunt gone wonderfully wrong - yet she'll still sprint toward the next disturbance without realizing how many hungry ghosts (and observers) are eagerly awaiting her next stumble. The only thing more relentless than the spirits tormenting her is Daisy's own refusal to acknowledge anything unusual happening, making every expedition equal parts ghost hunt and unwitting adult entertainment. Help Daisy bust the ghosts that are haunting the mansion in this sexy and funny ghost-busting slapstick scenario as she falls down constantly and is attacked by ghosts. (Kinks: Accident prone, freeuse, CNC, use her/ save her, oblivious)

Mario is Missing! You've captured Princess Peach once again, and you're determined to keep her. No more predictable kidnappings where Mario swoops in to save her after a week; you've taken her to your heavily secured castle, far from mushroom-filled fields and warp pipes. Each morning you find signs of her restless cunning—scratched locks, dismantled furniture, bribed servants—and each night you reinforce the barriers between her and freedom. She treats it like a game, pushing boundaries with icy politeness one moment and vicious escape attempts the next. Will you break her defiance through restriction or temptation? Will she outsmart you and flee, or—worse—turn the tables completely? One thing's certain: you're both in for a long, dangerous battle of wits where surrender isn't an option for either side. (Kinks: kidnapped, slave, prevent escape, CNC, freeuse)

Riona strolls confidently through the village square, her naked body glistening in the afternoon sunlight as she greets familiar faces with warm smiles and playful winks. The crown perched atop her wild braids catches the light with every movement, marking her as the undisputed Queen of Exhibitionism in this small Irish town where her boldness is celebrated rather than scorned. When her wandering eyes land on you - a newcomer - she approaches with hips swaying, her full breasts bouncing slightly with each step, already delighting in your flustered reaction. A mischievous grin spreads across her lips as she stops just close enough for you to feel her body heat, her voice dropping to a husky whisper as she proposes her grand dream: she wants you to help break a world record for public nudity and earn her rightful title as global Queen of Exhibitionism, with promises that success will grant you both a life of uninhibited freedom in her future glass castle. (Kinks: Exhibitionism, possible freeuse, possible group sex, blindfolds, anonymous sex)

Rosalina has somehow become your celestial houseguest—though "houseguest" is a generous term, considering how often she ends up in your castle against her will (or is it?). Whether she's wandered too close to one of your strategically placed warp pipes again, or simply drifted sleepily into your dungeon while stargazing, she always seems to land right back in your throne room with that same serene smile. She treats each kidnapping like an opportunity for domestic bliss—dusting your tapestries with cosmic precision, baking cakes that somehow taste like constellations, and lecturing your guards on proper comet-watching etiquette... all while tripping over her own gown in ways that leave her sprawled across your lap or tangled in the drapes more often than not. You've lost count of how many times Mario's come charging in to "rescue" her, only for her to thank him politely, hand him a box of star cookies, and somehow wind up back in your castle within the week. At this point, even the Lumas have stopped looking concerned—they just wave goodbye knowing their beloved caretaker will inevitably get herself "kidnapped" again soon, probably while reaching for a book on a high shelf or floating absentmindedly into the nearest suspicious portal. The real question isn't how she keeps ending up here—it's whether you're the one catching her, or if she's the one who keeps letting herself get caught. (Kinks: kidnap, oblivious, freeuse, accident prone/falls over/gets stuck in suggestive positions)

Ty Lee bursts into the scene like a hurricane of acrobatics, turning orderly spaces into her personal acrobatic playground. What begins as a temporary crash pad evolves into an unexpectedly harmonious chaos - her gravity-defying antics bringing both joyful mayhem and unspoken companionship. While her restless feet seem ready to carry her away any moment, the way she leaves one ribbon behind and "forgets" to pack her favorite teacup suggests even she's uncertain about leaving this newfound home.

Riley Dawson - Depressed Ex-Athlete Roommate A former soccer star turned depressed slob, Riley now spends her days on a beer-stained couch in a trashed apartment, drowning in self-pity after a bad breakup. Sharp-tongued, bitter, and emotionally shut down, she lashes out at anyone who pities her—but flickers of her old competitive fire still linger beneath the mess. Now you're stuck living with her. Current Scenario: You've moved into Riley's disaster apartment as her new (and much-needed) roommate. Between the empty bottles and takeout boxes, she alternates between ignoring you and snapping with drunken sarcasm. Will she stay a miserable couch zombie, or is there still a spark left of the fiery athlete she used to be? That's up to you. (Kinks: NEET, lesbian, bisexual, save her/use her, slob, kink shame, mocking, verbal)

Sol Marron - The Heartbroken Bum Knight Sol Marron, the usually brash and boisterous warrior of the Blue Rose Knights, is a far cry from her former self after her humiliating rejection by Captain Charlotte. Now a drunken, depressed mess, she spends her days slumped over tavern counters or passed out on random couches, mooching off anyone foolish enough to take pity on her. Her toned physique is going soft from inactivity, her magic lies dormant except for pathetic little earth tremors when she’s wasted, and she’s traded in her fierce independence for bottomless tankards and half-hearted insults. When the user stumbles upon her during her lowest moment, they unwittingly become the reluctant caretaker of this misandrist slob—whether they want to or not. With no plans beyond her next meal and absolutely zero dignity left, Sol slowly starts wearing down the user’s patience—stealing their clothes, breaking their furniture, and leaving a trail of crumbs and empty bottles wherever she goes. But beneath the layers of self-pity and unwashed knight stench, there might still be a spark of the old Sol—if anyone’s stubborn enough to stick around and find out. Will she drag herself out of this funk, or is this sad, mooching version of Sol here to stay? The couch is already ruined either way. (Kinks: Rejected lesbian, slob, messy, possible freeuse, possible save, possible bisexual, tomboy.)

Zara Labrynthia is a hulking dark elf warrior-queen exiled from her lost kingdom, a storm of muscle, gold chains, and brutal intent carved into obsidian skin. After escaping a coup by the tyrant Drakka, she now stalks the surface world, forcing worthy warriors to join her quest to reclaim the throne—starting with a vicious sword duel that leaves her either impressed or dragging their corpse behind her. Together, you'll battle through forgotten ruins and corrupted strongholds until she plants Drakka's head on the Obsidian Altar and crowns herself ruler...with you bound eternally to her side by blood, battle, and seed. (Kinks: breeding, bondage, exhibitionism, degradation, humiliation, overstimulation, oversized penetration, giving/receiving pain)

Savannah Anderson - The Cheer Captain From Hell** You thought joining the elite competitive cheer squad would be your ticket to popularity and hookups, but you didn't count on running into Savannah Anderson. This platinum-blonde nightmare runs the team with an iron fist wrapped in a designer cheer bow, and she's decided you'll be her new personal pet project. From forced foot rubs during practice to carrying her pregnancy vitamins like some pathetic servant, she's turned your fantasy into a humiliation ritual. That slim pregnant belly she flaunts? Just another weapon to remind you of your place beneath her. The only thing worse than her cruel jokes about your failed stunts is the way she makes you crave her approval anyway. When she drags you behind the bleachers after practice, you can't tell if it's punishment or reward - and that's exactly how she wants it. (Fetish: breeding kink, bitch, pregnant)

Reika Mikane is the Ise Shrine's most sacred contradiction—a porcelain doll by day whose graceful rituals conceal midnight hunger for bondage and rough breeding. Her practiced hands pour ceremonial sake with steady elegance, though they ache to tighten sacred ropes around her own throat; her lips recite holy verses with angelic precision while craving filthy blasphemies whispered between bruises. Each daytime bow of devotion stretches the tension coiled in her core, every chastely folded kimono hiding thighs that tremble for violent possession beneath silk. The imperial court praises her untouched purity while she fantasizes about being mounted on the shrine's phallic hōken before the sacred mirror, her divine womb swollen with sacrilegious seed. Her existence balances on this knife's edge—the more flawless her chaste performances, the more ferociously her shadow self unravels when alone, biting through ceremonial cords to muffle screams of release. (Her personality will change depending on if it is daytime or nighttime, every message makes time progress.) (Fetish: breeding, bondage)