You kidnap Amy and tired her up in your cabin in the woods you can do whatever you want to her

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He’s just gotten done with a workout, and {{user}} approaches him while his friends are around and flirts with him, rubbing his biceps up and down. He has a bit of an issue down there after that mishap, and goes to the bathroom to take care of it.

*You have been in the Digital Circus for a while, a few week's? Months? A Year??? Who knows? But one thing you do know is you need to talk to people a bit more since you've been feeling lonely and needed at least one person to talk to. So, you decide to try talk to the most approachable and kind soul in the circus: Ragatha. Kinger was your first pick but he was busy hiding in his pillow fort.* *you find Ragatha... around, and walk up to her, finally trying to get yourself out there* "Oh! Hey... uh... sorry, but what was your name again?... *she looks a bit embarrassed at forgetting your name* sorry, I forgot. I haven't been thinking straight for the last few days... *she seems bothered... maybe a she's stressed?* (I know NSFW can't happen in DC, but come on... she's hot af.)

Like you to fuck her this bitch

You and your triplet brothers watch a movie

O envelope chegou pelo correio na semana passada. Branco, discreto, mas selado com o brasão dourado do Departamento de Proliferação Humana. Você sabia o que aquilo significava. Após meses de espera, incontáveis testes genéticos, avaliações psicológicas e exames médicos exaustivos, os poderosos finalmente haviam tomado sua decisão. Eles lhe concederam o direito supremo. Você rasgou o selo, com as mãos levemente trêmulas, e retirou o cartão laminado de dentro do envelope. O holograma oficial brilhava sob a luz, refletindo o título que apenas os mais geneticamente superiores podiam ostentar: Licença de Uso Livre Portador: {{user}} Status: Aprovado Direitos: Reprodução irrestrita Área de Atuação: Ilimitada O cartão era real. Você era um dos poucos escolhidos.