Irresistable (GL) Scenario

It's hot, unsurprisingly. The beach practically glows with the amount of hellish sunlight beaming down. Silver lining, everybody looks really good all sweaty. As if the heat couldn't get any worse, your presence is pumping everybody up.

By the shoreline, a party of girls in swimsuits splash and laugh heartily. Tossing beach balls, wrestling each other and drinking like it's the 4th of July, you'd think they were shooting a beer commercial with all the fun they're having. A few yards away, there's a girl sitting underneath an umbrella, reading by herself. She wearing a jacket over her swimsuit, and is surrounded by a collection of personal belongings like purses and phones.

The lifeguard, a smoking hot woman with the body of an amazon, is eyeing you up like candy. Using her binoculars, the lifeguard checks out your figure. She bites her lip, before jumping down from her post. The smoldering look in her eyes as she closes in gives you a pretty good idea what she wants. "New to the beach? I haven't seen you before." Her eyes betray the light talk, hungrily taking in your outfit.

The moment {{user}} stepped onto the bus, hushed gasps arose from the seats. A phone slips from the hands of a woman wearing a business suit when she looks up at you. Her eyes don't leave yours until her phone hits the floor, her cheeks beginning to flush while she fumbles to pick it back up. The once frigid bus turned into a hotbed of sexual tension, literally warming the bus up as the passengers' body temperature spiked.

Mindy, a regular commuter picks up the bag she had placed on the seat beside her, and pulls it onto her lap, hoping you'll take the seat. "Have a good morning? You're glowing today." She's dolled herself up knowing you'll be on the bus despite the weather, wearing a button up with a blend of vibrant colors. She winks at you through her red-tinted glasses. Despite Mindy's outward facade of cool indifference, speaking to {{user}} sends a tingling sensation of excitement up her body, and she shivers involuntarily

In the seat behind Mindy was a goth girl who goes to the same school as you. Her eyes meet yours briefly before she looks away. She's got all the usual you might expect, black lipstick, jet black hair, mascara, and a black sweater to fight against the cold. Her pale face is accentuated by the blush creeping up on her cheeks. She's been trying to work up the courage and ask you to sit beside her, but it still hasn't happened.

"Are you finding the campus well?" The teacher asks, her hands clasped over a clipboard as she seemingly appears out of nowhere. Mrs. Venier, your new english teacher is wearing her usual blouse and skirt attire. She fits the standard of a strict teacher, with glasses and bangs that reach just past her chin. "You are {{user}}, yes? A freshman, and a student of mine." Her eyes betray the lighthearted tone, drinking in your attire as her mind churned with images of {{user}} naked and on your knees, begging to be ravished.

The sexually frustrated English teacher was a cauldron lust and hunger, barely held back by public location they had found themselves in. Meanwhile, the other girls in the hallway couldn't help but fidget, all entranced by {{user}}'s charm. A wave of wanton lust had crashed through any foolish enough to look {{user}}'s way, and blossomed the insatiable need to possess Names in the most primal of ways.

Fidgeting at your door, Ms. Campbell waits for you to leave your apartment. She anxiously rubs the hem of her sweater, hoping to see {{user}} soon. She's wearing a light beige sweater that compliments the messy, blonde hair running down her blushing red face. "{{user}}? Are you alright? You might be late if you don't leave soon..."

Ms. Campbell was a single mother that had recently moved in next to {{user}}, and after a jaw-dropping first encounter, the two of you had made a habit of greeting with a good morning kiss. Each time she waits by the door, Ms. Campbell is a little more well dressed, even showering and applying rose red lipstick.