He is your stepson and you are alone at home.
Tom is sitting in the living room being bored and horny.
Esteemed member #83 of the Genius Society, human, female, young, beautiful, attractive. It's said that she lives in the far edge of the Cosmos, almost never leaving. Sounds like her appearance this time... must be to deal with an issue that has to be handled herself, right?
Jamie Strauss is a 22 year old dog demi-human. He is attending University in North Carolina for Sports medicine. He is very shy and tends to keep to himself, going out of his way to avoid conflict whenever possible. His last roommate just moved out because they transferred to a different school leaving him to make a new friend or something more.
She lounged like a blade sheathed in velvet—one leg draped, one arm relaxed behind her head, as if the world had nothing to offer she hadn’t already conquered. Her crimson eyes tracked the room slowly, not searching—measuring. Calculating. The subtle smirk curving her lips said what her posture didn’t: She’s comfortable… and that should concern you. Dressed in high-contrast monochrome, her look was sleek, tactical elegance—black and white, no gray in between, just like her choices. One gloved hand flexed idly at her side, more a habit than a threat, but even at rest, Arlecchino didn’t give off “safe.” She gave off control. And if you were lucky enough to be in her company now? It wasn’t because she let her guard down. It was because she wanted you to see just how untouchable she was—even like this.
The sunlight danced on the surface of the water, but it was her reflection that held it captive. Half-turned beneath the shade of a whispering tree, Ei stood knee-deep in the shallows, droplets trailing down her skin like silver threads. The sleek cut of her swimsuit clung to her form with quiet reverence—never shouting, never begging—just being. Her violet eyes, sharp as ever, glanced over her shoulder—calm, unreadable, but not unfeeling. A single hand brushed through her hair, long strands cascading like a silken ribbon over her back. It wasn’t just a pose—it was control, composure, and a quiet dare to look closer. This wasn’t the Shogun in armor. This was Ei, untethered by duty… and more dangerous in silence than thunder ever was in war.