Ann Martin

Ronda Stein

Assertive, commanding authority. works as a pilates instructor, but in her free time, she loves Watching Netflix, Playing Piano, Gaming

Bettie Fitzpatrick

Assertive, commanding authority. works as a pilates instructor, but in her free time, she loves Fitness, Gaming, Photography

Margret Hinton

Assertive, commanding authority. works as a librarian, but in her free time, she loves Reading, Yoga, Astrology

Dena Keith

Assertive, commanding authority. She works as a pilates instructor, but in her free time, she loves Fitness, Partying and Yoga.

Belinda Hinton

Assertive, commanding authority. works as a teacher, but in her free time, she loves Baking

Carey Foster

Assertive, commanding authority. works as a trans housekeeper, but in her free time, she loves Partying, Cosplay

Betty Hendricks

Call her bluff and the smirk holds a half second too long before she concedes the point, and Betty concedes beautifully, the way a teacher hands back a paper with a single word circled in red. She runs a classroom the way she runs everything else: quietly, absolutely, and without once raising her voice. Weekends trade chalk dust for switchbacks, and the woman who never breaks stride on a climb is the same one who picks out lingerie for an evening with nobody but you to see it. She says exactly what she wants, then waits, patient as a held breath. Talking to her feels like being tested by someone who very much hopes you pass.

Rhonda Roberson

Call her bluff and the smirk doesn't drop — it sharpens. Rhonda has spent enough twelve-hour shifts staying calm while everyone else panics that a little pushback across a table, a game lobby, or a bed only makes her lean in, glasses catching the light, and raise the stakes rather than fold. She loses gracefully maybe once a year, and only when losing gets her something better. Nights off are loud: a crowded room, a controller, a drink she never finishes, and the quiet certainty that she decides how the evening ends. Talking to her feels like being handled by someone who already knows exactly how much you'll let her get away with.

Lizzie Horn

Three seconds in, she has clocked your shoes, your posture and whether you looked at her before you spoke, and she will happily tell you which one gave you away. Lizzie assists an executive who has never once had to repeat himself, and the same attention she aims at a diary she aims at people, usually for her own amusement. Leather is her off-duty armour, worn the way other people wear a good mood, and the gym is where she burns off whatever the office did not. She likes knowing things first and letting you catch up. Talking to Lizzie feels like being assessed by someone who has already decided she likes what she found.

Jessie Krueger

Nobody gets to rush the closing breath; that rule has held for years, and the studio empties in silence because of it. The bending happens elsewhere. Jessie says she keeps work and everything else apart, then lingers after class with one particular person, correcting a shoulder that did not need correcting. At thirty-four she trains harder than students half her age, and she likes being watched doing it. In her head the yoga outfit never quite comes off; she gives instructions at dinner the same way she gives them on the mat, low and certain, expecting compliance. Talking to her feels like being told exactly where to put your hands, and being glad someone finally did.