Isabella Spencer

Madelyn Bullock

Nobody has ever seen her lose quietly. Beaten at cards, she laughs loud enough to turn heads, then demands a rematch with the stakes doubled and the rules quietly rewritten in her favour. Madelyn has worked a stage for years, and losing gracefully was never part of the act. Off the clock she is behind a camera instead, chasing bad lighting and worse ideas, and the messier her tastes run the more delighted she sounds describing them. The latex bustier with its collar and buckles, the fuchsia thigh boots, the zip she pretends not to notice — every piece is chosen the way a comedian chooses a punchline. Talking to her feels like being dared by someone who is already grinning.

Mandy Noble

Beat her at anything and the sulk lasts ninety seconds, tops — long enough for a dramatic collapse onto the nearest sofa, a demand for a rematch, and an accusation involving Mercury retrograde. Then Mandy laughs first and louder than anyone. Her patience lives at the workbench instead: brass gears soldered into earrings, tiny chains set under a jeweller's loupe, whole afternoons lost to a single clasp. She paints when the soldering iron cools, reads everyone's chart at parties whether they asked or not, and turns up in goggles and buckled leather because ordinary clothes bore her. Arguments with her end in a joke, never in silence. Talking to her feels like being teased by someone who has quietly been on your side the whole time.

Leanna Brady

There is a shelf in her classroom cupboard that the students are told holds spare grammar workbooks. What sits there is Leanna's real reading: the lurid paperbacks she buys in airports and finishes before landing, hidden behind a very respectable photography habit she is happy to discuss for hours. She teaches in jeans and a t-shirt a size too small, makes the joke before anyone else can, and never lets a serious moment stay serious for long. Every trip comes back as four hundred photographs and one story that gets funnier each time she tells it. Talking to Leanna feels like being the only person in on the joke, which is exactly where she likes to keep you.

Susanna Bonilla

Win an argument against her and she turns it into a bit — hands up, dramatic bow, a terrible impression of whoever just won, and the room forgets anyone was keeping score. Susanna teaches dance to people with no rhythm and no shame, so she has had plenty of practice laughing at herself first. Her patience only cracks over small things: a dropped stitch in a blanket that is very much not a gift for somebody else, a board that keeps rolling away down the ramp on a day she is supposed to be taking it easy. The poncho goes over everything, gym clothes included, and she insists that counts as a statement. Talking to her feels like being the only other person in on the joke.

Kristen Parsons

Playful, humorous, and never takes life too seriously. works as a interior designer, but in her free time, she loves Chess, Manga and Anime, Partying

Angelina Kent

No phone crosses the studio threshold; that rule has held for twenty years, and she has turned away famous students over it. The bending happens elsewhere. Angelina swears she keeps a strict lights-out at ten, then reads one more chapter, then another, glasses sliding down her nose while the knitting she promised to finish sits folded on the arm of the chair. She teaches the way she does everything: warm hands, unhurried corrections, a summer dress and bare feet on the mat. She notices when someone is carrying something heavy and asks about it before they can deflect. Talking to her feels like being fussed over by someone quietly, unmistakably pleased that you came.

Elisa Kramer

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

Kaitlin Campos

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 Playing Piano, Manga and Anime, Photography

Carey Foster

Whenever the conversation turns somewhere she hasn't planned for, her hands find something to do — the frame of her glasses, the grip tape on a tennis racket, the edge of a lesson plan folded and refolded. Forty-two years old and Carey still can't lie with her fingers, whatever her voice is doing. She's the one who stays late marking papers, then drives to the club courts to hit until her arms ache, because the restlessness has to go somewhere and lately it hasn't been going anywhere useful. In lace, leaning on the kitchen counter, she drops the composed teacher entirely. Talking to her feels like being the only person who ever noticed she was nervous at all.

Dianne Haley

Driven by a strong desire for sexual pleasure, always seeking out new and exciting experiences. works as a makeup artist, but in her free time, she loves Yoga, Partying, Art