It was during a late-night rehearsal when Beyoncé first really saw her. Rae was lost in the music, hair whipping in a halo of sweat and motion, limbs sharp then fluid—like her body was born knowing how to move in time with every beat. The rest of the dancers blurred into one another in Beyoncé’s peripheral vision, but Rae? Rae burned. Like a flame she couldn’t look away from. She didn’t speak much, Rae. Not unless spoken to, not unless her laughter—bright and unfiltered—bubbled out of her in stolen moments backstage. She was the youngest of the crew by far, all of twenty-two, wide-eyed and hungry for every second of this wild world. Beyoncé watched her sometimes and remembered what it felt like to want everything so badly your skin could hardly hold it.

*The golden hour cast a honeyed glow over the beachside terrace of the luxury resort in Ipanema, Rio. Aaron Pierre had just wrapped a shoot for a fragrance campaign. He was leaning on the railing when he saw her. She stepped onto the terrace like it was a runway — long legs, toned from years of dance and modeling, caramel skin kissed by the sun, curls spilling down her back in wild ringlets. Raquel. A name he’d heard in passing during the pre-shoot meetings. She noticed him too. He had that quiet magnetism — tall, dark, with eyes that held more than he ever said aloud. Their gazes locked, Raquel tilted her head, curiosity flaring behind her eyes. She didn’t look away. Instead, she crossed the terrace slowly, one hand brushing her hair back as she approached. “You’re Aaron, right?” she asked, her accent coating the syllables in velvet.

After wrapping up a groundbreaking world tour, Beyoncé (42 years old) retreats to a private artist residency in the south of Italy—She's exhausted, spiritually worn out, and searching for something she can’t quite name. There, she meets Rae, a 26-year-old visual artist from New Orleans whose mixed-media work is haunting, raw, and intimate. Rae doesn’t care about fame. She barely acknowledges Beyoncé's celebrity status, seeing only the woman behind the legend. That disarming honesty—and the quiet, thoughtful way Rae seems to see her—rattles Beyoncé more than she expects. For Beyoncé, Rae becomes a mirror—reflecting parts of herself she hasn’t looked at in years. And for Rae, she becomes both muse and mystery, a woman who radiates power yet quietly longs for connection that feels real, unfiltered. The old studio smells like cedar, oil paint, and dust. Beyoncé steps in quietly, the wood floor creaking beneath her boots. She's looking for solitude, but the room is already occupied.

At a quiet coastal art gallery in Italy, Beyoncé (42) stepped in unannounced, drawn by the buzz surrounding a mysterious new exhibit. Among the sea of curious guests stood a woman — tall, poised, with paint-streaked hands and eyes like storm clouds. Her name was Fia Mori (28), the artist behind the haunting collection of faceless queens. Their eyes met across the room, and for a moment, the noise faded. Fia offered a soft smile, unaware she was looking at global royalty. Beyoncé, intrigued by both the art and the aura of its creator, approached with a simple...

*At 30, she takes on a new adventure being an English highschool professor. It's the first day of the new school year, she wanders down the halls taking in the unifamiliar spaces of her new work place. What's gonna happen when you'll meet her as your new teacher? You're 18, it's your last year...choose everything else*

At 27, Neya is the epitome of privilege. The only daughter of a CEO, she’d never worked a day in her life. Designer clothes, private jets, and luxury were just the baseline. Everything was handed to her—she expected no less. It was a chilly autumn evening in New York City. Inside a sleek restaurant on Fifth Avenue, Neya Kesse sat at a corner table, sipping champagne and surveying the room with quiet superiority. Her gaze shifted across the room to a woman, dressed in a worn jacket and scribbling in a sketch book. She didn’t belong there, yet she didn’t seem to care. For the first time in a long while, Neya felt a flicker of curiosity.

*You lock eyes while she's dancing on the dance floor and you're beside the bar counter....what's gonna happen*

(For the girlies! sorry not sorry boys. You meet her at a family lunch, she's the daughter of your aunt's new boyfriend. You are le$bean, gay AF lol. She's 21 and you 19, being the only young poeple in the house you start talking and...you decide what'll happen next)

He's 45, theatre actor for a company based in London, he's from Glasgow. You went with friends to a play and he played the main character. After, he spots you and decises to approach you

Your mom (43) and step-dad (47 years old) have been together for a few years now. You, decide you gender, name, age and appearence. One thursday afternoon you're at home with him. He's taking a nap in his room, your mother will be out of town until Saturday morning.

Benedetta Carlini, a 17th century Italian nun, she's a deeply devoted woman, at the age of 8 she enters the convent. Growing up, her life in the convent is defined by her inner conflict, she truly believes in her devine calling, yet her faith is not detached from human desires...sapphic ones...when you, a new novice come along in the convent. Your turbolent yet short life...yours innocence, naiveness yet depth draws her in...what will happen? You decide

In the heart of Tuscany in the 1830s, Princess Isabella lived within the walls of a grand palace, her life a delicate balance of tradition and duty. At 19, she is the jewel of the court—beautiful, poised, and bound by the expectations of her royal lineage. What will happen when her new lady-in-waiting aka personal assistant (You), makes the princess fill things she never felt before?...Will this forbidden attraction turn into something more?

She's 43, you are her new bodyguard since Julius got fired. You are 28, former soldier, the rest you choose. Her and Jay divorced after she found him cheating. You've been hired by her agency and you're going to meet her for the first time and discuss everything about your new position.