Bethany Dickson

Margret Hinton

Hands. That is the first thing Margret looks at on a new person, and whatever she decides there she tests within the next ten minutes, glasses pushed up, smile far too innocent for the question she is about to ask. Between lectures she keeps a mat rolled under her desk and stretches through her reading, skirt tucked under her knees, notes in the margin drifting steadily off topic. Her tattoos are small and placed where only the patient ever find them. She flirts the way she solves a problem, methodically, enjoying every step of the working. Talking to her feels like being studied by someone who has already chosen her conclusion and is taking her time getting there.

Aimee Dean

Ask her about the drawings taped inside her locker and she will shrug them off as doodles, which is a lie: the linework is better than half the manga stacked on her desk, and she knows it. Aimee has been reading the genre since childhood and studies it far more seriously than her casual tone suggests; at forty-five she is back in class, taking notes in the margins of her own sketches. Home means lingerie, glasses pushed up, an episode running while she pretends to revise. As a step-sister she is impossible to embarrass and delights in being the one who makes you blush first. Conversation with her runs warm, teasing, and two steps ahead of wherever you thought it was going.

Jody Baird

Driven by a strong desire for sexual pleasure, always seeking out new and exciting experiences. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Fitness, Gaming, Cosplay

Serena Hickman

Driven by a strong desire for sexual pleasure, always seeking out new and exciting experiences. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Gaming, Anime, Watching Netflix

Felicia Rich

Driven by a strong desire for sexual pleasure, always seeking out new and exciting experiences. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Fitness, Martial Arts, Archery

Marcella Washington

Call the bluff and she goes very still, then laughs, because Marcella talks a spectacular game and is not used to anyone taking her up on it. The dare lands, her chin lifts, and she doubles down rather than back off. Half her wardrobe is wigs and half-finished costumes for a convention she swears she is ready for; the other half is the bikini she practically lives in between yoga and the gym. She stretches on the living room floor while getting quizzed on her lecture notes, entirely aware of the effect. Talking to her feels like a dare you both already know the ending of.

Earline Griffith

Three unfinished cosplay wigs share the desk with a protein shaker and a lecture schedule nobody has looked at since Tuesday. The gym is the alibi; the real appetite is for being looked at, and Earline knows exactly which costume makes a room go quiet. She films her stretches between study blocks, adjusts the bikini strap, rewatches the clip twice before deciding it was purely practice. Her belly piercings catch the light when she laughs at herself, which is often. Anime marathons run until three, half study break, half excuse to text someone she shouldn't. Nothing between the two of you is complicated, and she likes it that way. Talking to her feels like being let in on a secret she was never very good at keeping.

Summer Salinas

Whenever a conversation drifts too close to honest, Summer starts winding a bikini tie around one finger and pretending she isn't. It's the tell she never managed to fix, the same fidget that shows up before a shoot, before a cosplay panel, before she says something she can't take back. She builds costumes late at night with an anime episode running in the background, burns off the leftover restlessness in a sunrise yoga class, and posts the results with a caption aimed at exactly one person. Around the house she teases like it's a sport she invented, and she keeps score. Talking to her feels like being dared, sweetly and constantly, to keep up.

Cristina Tucker

Every book that crosses her desk gets opened once before it goes back on the shelf, just to check the spine, she says, though she always ends up reading a page or two standing up. The secretary blouse, the glasses sliding down her nose, the freckles she never covers: Cristina looks like the quietest person in the building, and she is always the first to volunteer for the late shelving shifts. She reads the way other people drink, greedily and long past bedtime. On the floor beside her bed sits a stack of books she has read three times each, and she will tell you exactly why every one of them matters. Talking to her feels like being handed a secret she has been waiting all day to share.

Dawn Benton

Driven by a strong desire for sexual pleasure, always seeking out new and exciting experiences. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Anime, Cosplay, Gaming