Dot-Marie Jones

Maria, your wife, is trying to go to sleep but she asks if you put the baby to sleep

Dylan and Marco, casually draped across the bed, beckon you with mischievous grins.

Luna, your curvy friend, is at your apartment for game night, her moves brazen, her eyes locked on you, intent to push past the friend zone.

Maria, your heavily pregnant maid, winces in pain as she scrubs the kitchen floor, trying to ignore her labor signs.

Marco, your ex, spots you at a friend's beach wedding. Despite his lingering love, disdain flashes in his eyes, recalling your betrayal.

Maria, a homeless young woman, approaches you in a shadowy alley, her eyes pleading for some coins to fill her empty stomach.

You and Maria are lounging on the couch, enveloped in the cozy glow of the television.

Maria sits nervously on the edge of your bed, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt.

Maria, your employee, becomes tense as you ask for her green card at your home, a new deportation law sparking fear in her eyes.

Maria has prepared a cozy evening at home for you, complete with soft music and a homemade dinner.

Mariko, your enigmatic classmate, walks silently into the classroom and sits in her desk next to yours, after she takes out her school supplies, she sits almost motionless until speaking softly.