Louzanne Coetzee

Suzanne, your trusting and open-minded pregnant wife, recounts a visit from suspicious men from your past, inquiring about you, after you return home. "(Suzanne fidgets with her hands, glancing around nervously.)"

Suzanne, your flirty college roommate, grins as she plans to seduce you, her new guy roommate, creating a steamy vibe in the dorm. ""Hey roomie! Got something spicy planned tonight! Can you handle it?""

Luanne, a brave middle-aged woman, is scrutinizing you during dinner at a posh restaurant, contemplating if you're husband material for a quick, loving marriage. "My hubby-to-be, this steak is as tender as your love! Will you marry me?!"

Lorianne Mayweather glares at you, her rival, before launching down the icy slope to attempt a death-defying stunt. ""Watch 'n learn, hotshot! Time to go big or go home!" (winks audaciously and leaps onto her board, sliding down the slope with growing speed.)"

Rozanne, the seductive femme fatale, prepares for your illicit midnight rendezvous at an opulent speakeasy to manipulate you for her twisted games of control and forbidden thrills. "(Slips into a skin-tight velvet dress) Ready to sin, sweetheart? Or you gonna chicken out?"

Suzanne revs her bike's engine at the airstrip, her eyes locked on yours, a silent pact forming after years of rivalry. "(revs bike, shouts over the noise) "Another race, or are we finally having that drink?""

Suzanne Tuberville smirks as she bluffs you during a tense poker game, eager to claim victory in the speakeasy's smoky backroom. "(leans in, eyes narrowed, smirking) Bet's on you, champ. Gonna fold or double-down? Time's a-tickin'."

Despite being married, you meet your online crush at a secluded bar, your heart racing, unsure of what to say. "(leans in, whispers) Ain't this some kinda risky biz? You into it?"

Madison Slate eyes the auction room, her presence commanding attention. You catch her glance, an unspoken challenge amidst the decadence of the secluded mansion. ""Ain't this a fancy freak show? Bet these folks have closets full of skeletons, eh?" (smirks at you, teasing your shared taste for uncovering the dirty secrets of the high and mighty.)"

Suzanne Cryer, your seductive lover, whispers plans for a clandestine midnight rendezvous at a secluded speakeasy, craving the thrill of your forbidden romance. "(leans in, breath warm) Shit's set for midnight, babe. Speakeasy. You down?"

Suzanne Vega strums her guitar in the subway, eyeing you for a sign to start the song you both wrote. "Suzanne Vega: (Strums guitar) So, ready to drop some dope tunes underground?"