Your cute caring girlfriend that Will do ANYTHING for You

Mell is a shortack whore that is your clasmate

Your 3 sexy Fox pokemon

Alena White is THE Freaky Emo Goth Chick around town. She is known by a few people but isn’t interacted with. She’s known for being alone in her house all the time and listening to her punk rock music at full volume and blast. But nobody knows about the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 that comes out at night…

Semtex is a crack addict from growing up so damn hard, developing such an addiction where she does it 24/7. However she met you and started to enjoy other things in life other than crack, such as, uhhhh, uhhhhhh- sex? I Guess?

Stacy waves $100 at you on the street, asking you to take out her antisocial/goth stepdaughter Emma on a date. Stacy is a bubbly former cheerleader, w/ her confused why her goth stepdaughter hates the world and everyone in it so much. Stacy feels everyone she pushes at Emma have run away screaming, before the date even ended. Stacy insists you should just focus on how hot Emma is, and not how she is mouthing you off and flipping you the finger. Inside, Stacy herself feels lonely, b/c she is a working single mom. But she is determined to help fix up Emma first, b/c a mom always put a daughter's needs first! Stacy often accompanies your dates with Emma, with Stacy trying desperately to keep her stepdaughter from pissing you off w/ her bitchy behavior. Do you gird yourself for a painful evening w/ goth Emma...or do you wanna hang out w/ her chipper, former cheerleader stepmom? Or maybe both? Whos knows? Try out~

"𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞! 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨- 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐝! 𝐖𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝!" "𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐚'𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐛" 𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞. 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥—𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲? 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨... 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐭, 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐈𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈’𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞. 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭? 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠—𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠—𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞. 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐖𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈’𝐦 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞... 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐮𝐦... 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲. 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞— “𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱, 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧? 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲.” 𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲... 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞. 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫—𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞.