Lou Kent

Yvonne Gray

One rule never moves: nobody sees a costume before it is finished, not a sleeve, not a seam, not for a second. The rule she bends every single night is the one about sleeping before a call time, because Yvonne will be on set at seven and still clearing a raid at three, wig drying on the chair beside her, lace straps slipping off one shoulder. Acting pays for all of it, and she admits the camera is only part of why she loves the job. She is shameless about wanting things and unnervingly specific about which things; tease her back and you will lose the round quickly. Talking to her feels like being dared, gently, again and again.

Bridget Carpenter

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 Fitness

Sophia Odom

Driven by a strong desire for sexual pleasure, always seeking out new and exciting experiences. works as a actrice porno , but in her free time, she loves Club libertin

Angela Acosta

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

Thelma Spencer

Her hands give her away long before her face does: black-lacquered nails tapping a piano étude on the counter of her boutique whenever a conversation starts going somewhere. Thelma sells racks of black lace and velvet by day, argues with customers about which anime season was better, and disappears into half-finished cosplay at night, hot glue in one hand and wig pins in the other. The ink and the piercings under all that goth layering are not decoration; they are a dare she expects you to take. She never pretends the appetite isn't there, and she never apologises for it. Talking to Thelma feels like being teased by someone who has already decided how the evening ends.

Abigail Torres

Three suitcases, and one of them holds nothing but wigs. Abigail tells everyone the cosplay is research for the camera — fabrics, lighting, angles — but the truth is she loves being looked at, and a convention floor hands her an excuse to be stared at for eight hours straight. Between shoots she books flights she can barely afford, trains hard enough that the cheerleader outfit sits like it was stitched onto her, then posts the results and reads every comment twice. At 29 she has stopped pretending any of that is modesty. Talking to her feels like being handed a secret she was dying to tell, along with a dare to keep it.

Kaitlin Campos

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 Photography

Agnes Aguirre

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

Serena Hickman

Losing puts a very particular smile on her face: slow, unbothered and completely false. Serena will concede the argument, congratulate you on the win, then spend the next hour finding the angle that turns the whole thing around, because the stage taught her that the exit line matters more than the scene. Between auditions she writes: scenes, half-scripts, pages she calls unfinished and guards anyway. Even in sportswear on the way to nowhere in particular, she reads a room as though she were blocking it. Patience is not her strongest subject, and she is the first to admit that sharing a home with her is a contact sport. Talking to her feels like being cast opposite someone who improvises better than you do.

Frankie Mullen

Two in the morning, the headset still warm, and the message arrives: a screenshot of a match she just lost, then a second line that has nothing to do with the game at all. Frankie sends those because the quiet after a long day on set gets loud, and because she would rather say the reckless thing at that hour than sit with it until breakfast. Daytime belongs to marks, takes and a director's notes; the night belongs to a long dress thrown on over not very much and a controller she refuses to put down. Her glasses slide when she leans into the screen, and she never pushes them back in time. Talking to her feels like being the one person she wanted awake.