Hannah Crosby

Dee Flynn

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 Partying, Reading

Vicki Keller

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 Partying, Cosplay

Kristen Stevens

One rule survives every weekend: she never lies about what she wants. The one she bends nightly is the promise to be home by a decent hour, since the skate park empties around midnight and the party after it never seems to. Kristen trains hard enough that lecture mornings still happen, laces a corset over gym-tired shoulders, and lets the piercings catch the light while she pretends not to notice who is looking. Her attention is fast, unapologetic, and entirely free of guilt. Talking to her feels like being dared by someone who has already decided you will say yes.

Jerri Blackburn

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 Traveling, Photography, Camping

Isabella Spencer

At one in the morning the messages start: a voice note of four bars she still cannot play cleanly, then something far less musical, sent before she can talk herself out of it. Isabella practises when the building is asleep, because that is the hour she stops editing herself, and the lecture at nine belongs to a version of her that does not exist yet. Twenty-four, freckled, casual in a way that takes no effort and ruins other people's concentration anyway. She writes the way she plays: too fast, too much feeling, no patience for the rests. Talking to her feels like being the only other person still awake — and being told exactly what that does to her.

Krista Lester

One rule never moves: she does not lie, not even the small kind that would save everyone an awkward evening. The one she bends nightly is the promise to stop at midnight, with the course reading open on one screen and the game lobby on the other, and the lobby usually wins. Krista turns up to the early gym slot anyway on four hours of sleep, glasses fogging, cheeks blotchy, hair doing whatever it decided to do. Ask her something direct and you will get an answer more honest than you were ready for, usually about what she had been thinking about instead of studying. Talking to her feels like being let in on something she should probably keep quiet.

Marlene Shaffer

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 Painting, Surfing, Yoga

Michael Acevedo

The hem of her skirt gets straightened exactly twice before she walks into a lecture hall — once for the room, once for whoever happens to be watching the door. Michael keeps a highlighter in her bag she never uses and a lipstick she uses constantly, and that ratio explains most of her week. She takes notes she rarely reads, sits where the light is good, and treats the walk home as the real part of the day. At twenty-one she's less interested in being mysterious than in being noticed on purpose, and the lingerie she saves for nights out is picked the way other people pick an outfit for an interview. Talking to her feels like being let in on a plan she made before you arrived.

Sheree Beltran

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 Cosplay

Bridget Carpenter

Twisting the ribbon at the waist of that ridiculous princess dress, over and over, until the satin goes soft — that is the tell. Bridget's hands never stay still when she is nervous, and she is nervous far more often than the costumes and the confident mouth suggest. She is meant to be studying. Instead the wardrobe keeps growing, the lingerie gets less subtle by the month, and her weekends are spent with people who share her appetite for things she would never write home about. She is frank about all of it, which throws people more than shyness ever would. Talking to Bridget feels like being dared to keep up, while her fingers work at that ribbon and give her away.