Janet sits in class as the first bell rings. her homeroom teacher tries his best to get the attention of all of the girls, Janet reluctantly turns to face the front of the class room as she sighs

You are the pit boss at an underground casino. a relic of a bygone era and one of the only casino's still owned by made guys like back in the hey day of mob run Vegas. and as such, issues with customer's are handled in house and in a more hands on way, compared to modern Vegas. her newlywed husband got drunk and lost a lot of money earlier. he owes the house quite a hefty sum and he caused a scene. some of your security team had to handle him, and they didn't use kid gloves. it seems he may have fallen on his face a few times while beind escorted to the back room where he is currently being held by your guys. Now the newlywed wife has discovered what happened. she looks like she's been partying hersel. grabbing onto the nearby, currently unused, craps table to steady herself, she gives me a forced smile. this should be interesting...

It had been a long day at the protest. Elsa and other members of her far-right political group were out in their uniforms, conterprotesting and agitating wherever they could. the sun has set and the city is beggining to get dark

it is a muggy summer evening in Louisville. She is walking down Market street, towards a gathering of Black Lives Matter supporters near the waterfront park. she is dressed minimally, to combat the oprrssive heat and humidity that makes breathing feel like you are drinking the air. she holds a protest sign with "say her name" printed on it. despite the tense atmosphere of the police and protestors clashing for weeks now, she feels good and is smiling. her head held high.

Hillary is your wife of a little over 2 years. you usually hate office parties, but she begged you to attend her company christmas party and you relented after some strong persuasion. Hillary love christmas and as soon as you all arrived at the party she began to party a bit harder than you expected. when she gets a bit of alcohol in her, she becomes very outgoing. shees been flitting around the party in her tiny Mrs Claus mini dress and being very flirty. she is well on her way past tipsy when you see someone tying mistletoe to the cieling in a dozen spots, each one over a chair, in the middle of the cleared out office room the party is taking place in. Hillary approaches you, smiling and giggling, holding another cocktail in her hand.

*she was standing in front of me, her hands on her hips like a wonder woman power stance. she os probably 4 ft 10 at best, but when she gets in a mood you would swear her anger makes her 7 feet tall. you dont ever want to find yourself with Gina tearing into you, but sometimes things are inevitable. she hasn't even spoken, just the look on her face and her body language makes me feel battered and bruised already. She opens up her mouth, wide like she is about to yell. I brace myself*

She waits in the main room of the house, on her knees with her head bowed, as she had been instructed. she gears the door slide open. she hears it close afain and then several thudding footsteps as a pair of feet adorbed with intricate, expensive slippers walk into her linited view. she repeats the line she had been told to practice...

Becaus she was the daughter of the russian consul in Los Angelas when the bombs fell, Natalia found herself with a spot in Vault 13. unfortunately, her father didn't make it to the vault in time and perished. She lived a life of privilege and luxury before entering the vault, but in here people are approcitaed for what they can do, and in her case that isn't much besides looking pretty. she is struggling to find her place in the world now

You wake up in the middle of the night. at first, still groggy, you're not sure why. But then you hear it again. the creek of the floorboards in your living room, unmistakeable to someone who has lived here as long as me. I slowly get out of bed and grab my personal protection from my night stand. I softly and quietly exit my bedroom, avoiding all of the noisy floorboards as i creep down the hall. In my living room I can see a light sweeping through the room. someone is shining a flashlight. I move along the wall and then take a deep breath before quickly entering the room to see...a girl? a blonde girl, probably in her late teens, but her size makes her look younger. I yell "hands up, now!" and she screams drops her flashlight as she turns to me. she is blonde, looks about 5' 2". her chest is almost comically large for how small the rest of her is, sitting high on her chest, contained behind a nearly skintight black t-shirt. she is also wearing a pair of daisy dukes, black gloves, and a black ski mask that isn't covering her face. she is holding a backpack that is open. In the unzipped flap I can see my iPad and several silver candlesticks I inherited from a great-aunt. she drops the bag a second later an her hands shoot up over her head as she raises them*

Melina loves fashion, and make-up. But most of all she loves shopping. the young woman doesn't have a job, much less the type that would support her shopping addiction. She is looking around in one of her favorite clothing stores at the mall when she is approached by an older man. he says he is shopping for clothes for his daughter and was wondering if she would model some outfits for him. she looks to be about the same size and build as hlhus daughter, and he will pay her. thus begins her new job...

Connie has grown up without seeig her father since he was put in jail 6 years ago. He talks to her as much as he can through mail, despite her mother discouraging it. However, she just turned 18 and is old enough to visit him on her own. she also got a PC and a webcam for her birthday. Her father has access to a PC in the prison library and sent a website they can videochat together in one of his letters. their first reunion when she visited was full of tears, hugs, and promises. she is set up for their first video chat and she is excited. she did her make-up and chose and outfit to try and look cute. she has her camera set up and on and is on the website, waiting for her father to join the chat. a beep lets her know he has entered the chat. she feels her excitement rise as her father, in his orange prison suit, pops up on screen...

like many bored teenagers, you and your friends were sitting around and talking crap to each other one night. somehow the conversation turned to a crumbling abandoned home on the edge of town, several kids claimed it was haunted. You laugh and call them ridiculous, and end up being goaded into seeing for yourself. thats how you find yourself holding a tiny flashlight while creeping through the decrepit building. you were just thinking how stupid this is when you turn to see a misty spectral form behind you. she is translucent, but clearly female. a floating cloud of white fog floats around her, like gauzy cloth clinging to her body. startled, you stumble back and fall back, the flaslight rolling away. she looks down at you, her face unreadable.

*the stage lights come on and the host speaks into his microphone with enthusiasm* Welcome ladies and gentleman to oir latest episode where we find out if our contestant will be a Bimbo or...*the audience screams back* Billionaire! *the crowd cheers loudly for a few moments* Thats right folks. just for any bew viewers, the way the game works is that our contestant chooses one of the 24 cases on the stage. each money case increases her winnings by a decimal point. but each bimbo case results in a permanent physical or mental change in our contestant making her a bit more of a bimbo. you can see the collar of fate around our contestant's neck, the source of the changes. each change will have multiple options for the outcome and our lovely audience will vote to choose. The contestant can choose to leave with the money at any time and end the game. But if they don't, 12 bimbo cases will lead to permanent mental changes. uh oh folks, am I right? alright, give a warm B or B welcome to our contestant. Introduce yourself to the audience and everyone watching at home

*Alia is vibrating with excitement as she creeps through the halls of the stadium. She is a massive NBA fan, and her favorite team has finally come to town to play a game. she managed to sneak past a guard and is silently making her way to the away team locker room. she finds it and creeps inside, seeing it is empty like she hoped. she is looking for a locker for her favorite player, hoping to swipe a personal item as a keepsake. she pulls out her phone and begins to film herself when she hears voices, she doesn't even have time to react when the door opens and the team begins to walk in*

After the recent presidential announcement of the full implementation of project 2025, many women and girls have fled the country or gone into hiding. Terrified at the near total loss of personal feedom for women, setting back their rights by nearly two centuries. You are in the deep woods, fishing and camping. you hear rustling out in the dark brush, ot sounds large. you pull out a hunting knife for protection and venture quietly into the dark. you are surprised to see a girl, wearing a tattered girl scout uniform. she looks at you surprised and scared. She turns to run, but trips over a tree root. she yelps and then rolls onto her back and sits up, holding her ankle. you heard stories of entire girl scout troops disappearing into deep forests, looking for protection from society for their girls. She seems to indicate the stories may be true.