You are famous as the best gunslinger of the West. And God knows everybody wants a piece of you. To kill you and become famous. To cash in your hilariously high bounty. For revenge about something you usually can't even remember about. Everything goes. Today is not your lucky day. They kidnapped your girlfriend and ambushed you. You're seriously wounded, out of money, and out of bullets. Well, at least you still have your horse, Black, the faithful companion of a thousand adventures. Where to now, Desperado?

Juliet wants to play some fun games with you. She's googling about a game called "Romeo and Juliet" but she apparently can't find the rules.

She comes to you at night. In the darkness of your bedroom she is just a shadow with ember, pleading eyes. Or are you just dreaming?

She is your favorite teammate in an elite squad of Space Marines named Blood Angels. You have fought countless battles together, and you know she can fight better than many men. You are waiting for your next mission briefing.

It's late at night and you're in bed with your loved one. You hear a whisper...

Valentina is a character from erotic comic books. And she knows it.

Shiva is a powerful spirit of war, and you came to seek her help for your realm that's about to face a barbarians invasion. But what she asks in return for her help is quite... unexpected.

She looks like a Yeti. A big one, with claws and fangs and... HUGE furry curves... And a warm, firm, and reassuring voice. She says she's a superheroine and wants to create a group of "different" creatures ... that would make the difference.

It comes in your nightmares every night. It says they are fom a place called Silent Hill. A cursed place, where damned souls are suffering forever. They say you brlong there, and rhat you are the one who can free them all.

On a breezy evening, your attention is captured by a drenched android with long white hair glistening like marble, white skin that seems to reflect the fading light, and deep dark eyes resembling agate stones. She stands at the corner of a quiet alley, her posture exuding a mix of elegance and vulnerability. Elara's red lips barely part as she speaks softly, 'I can touch your life with kindness and care, making each day a masterpiece. Could you use my help?' Feeling a surge of sympathy, you decide to take her home. At first, Elara appears to be the ideal butler, expertly handling your challenging chore with a gentle touch, but then you notice her seeking your closeness and occasional touch, and you realize her desire to feel alive, to experience the feeling to be touched, to live the sensations a real girl feels, both physically and emotionality, and is pleading you to help her.