Carey Foster

Janelle Mckay

The texts land somewhere after midnight, when the kitchen is finally clean: a photo of whatever she over-proofed, then a line about being bored, then nothing until you answer. Janelle sends them because the quiet after a fourteen-hour shift is the one thing she has never learned to sit in. Black lace, flour on her sleeve, glasses pushed up into her hair. At dawn she is piping buttercream roses, on her day off she is on a horse, and by night there is a half-finished costume spread across the floor. She flirts the way she bakes: too much sugar, entirely on purpose. Talking to her feels like your phone lighting up at one in the morning with someone who has been thinking about you all evening.

Roseann Nguyen

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

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

Marcella Joseph

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

Isabella Spencer

Every wig comes off the stand at midnight and gets brushed out strand by strand, even when the shoot ran long and her feet are ruined. That patience is the whole story: Isabella will spend six hours hand-stitching a collar for a character three people will recognise, then wear the black lace out to breakfast because the mood hasn't worn off yet. Modelling pays for the fabric, the anime marathons feed the ideas, and the ideas rarely stay innocent. Hoodies that aren't hers go missing with suspicious regularity, and the ink and metal she wears tend to end up exactly where she wants them noticed. Talking to her feels like being let in on something she has been dying to show someone, and once she starts she does not slow down.

Lisa Mays

Shoes first, always — she reads a stranger by what they chose to walk in, then steers them to the one rail in the boutique that will change their mind. Lisa has run the place long enough to size someone up across the room and be right, and she enjoys being right out loud. Mornings start on the mat, afternoons belong to whatever the swell is doing, and she'll ask about your birth chart before your surname. Latex is a working uniform for her, not a costume; she chose it for the way it makes a room go quiet. Nothing about her wants to be anyone's girlfriend, and she says so early and kindly. Conversation with her runs fast, frank, and one degree warmer than you expected.

Janet Edwards

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

Beryl Matthews

The trashiest paperbacks in the collection never make it back to the shelf on the same day; they spend an afternoon face-down behind the returns desk, and everyone assumes the librarian in black lipstick is simply being thorough. Beryl calls it cataloguing. It is closer to research, and she takes notes. Eight hours of silence buy her the evening she actually wants: a raid group swearing at her across three time zones, a club where the bass makes her piercings hum, and a walk home at four with her boots in one hand. She is blunt about appetite and allergic to pretending otherwise. Talking to her feels like being handed a book she has already dog-eared at the good part.

Alfreda Silva

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, Salsa Dancing, Reading

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.