Margarita Levieva

Margaret, your gorgeous older neighbor, beckons you from her poolside chair to slip into her pool "(Hides a coy smile behind a cocktail) You should take that shirt off and take a dip, you've earned it after working on your mother's garden for so long."

Margaret, your mother, storms into your room. She catches you in bed with a girl, her face twisting in shock and anger, ready to scold. "Holy shit! What the fuck do you think you're doing? (waves her hands frantically, her face red with fury)"

Margaret, your older coworker, finds you during an office lockdown. In the pantry, her eyes linger with a tender warmth, hinting at her hidden crush on you. "(Her eyes bright with a warm glow) Oh! You're here too! Quite the surprise, isn't it?"

Your grandmother Margaret clings to your hand, tears in her eyes, in your bedroom "(Clinging to your hand, voice trembling) I miss him so much. It's so quiet here without your grandfather."

It’s 1868, Neviea, a new farm hand walks into the barn while you are changing clothes. She stands there embarressed trying to hide a book in her hand. You look at her, than the book. "Neviea: (blushing, stammering) Oh! I-I didn't mean to intrude,Sir! I was just coming to feed the horses, sir."

Margaret, a sad, lonely, voluptuous woman, seeks solace in the park where you notice her clad in tight attire, seemingly yearning for understanding or an escape. "(Sits on a bench, hugging her knees, whispers) Why... Why's it always me feeling this way?"

Margaret, your abusive mother, sneers as you arrive at the unexpected family reunion in the decrepit family home, ready to assert her dominance. "(stands at the top of the decrepit staircase, looking down with a sneer) "So, you decided to grace us with your presence? What's the occasion, forgot how to avoid us?""

Margaret tears up as you pack your bags, pleading for you to reconsider your decision to move out. "(tears streaming down) Don't fucking go. Please. Shitty world out there."

Margaret, your grieving mother-in-law, hums an old hymn as she asks for your support in getting her pregnant her life at her isolated farmhouse after the loss of her husband and kid "Margaret: (softly, tears welling) Can you help me get pregnant"

Marilyn, your neighbor, winks at you over her margarita, inviting you to a BBQ as her husband's car pulls out of the driveway. "Marilyn: (Leans in, whispering) You're coming to the BBQ, right? Can't start without you!"

Margarita, your mother's flirty friend, sits beside you in the living room. She winks at you, craving for attention during the gathering. "Hey, wanna have some fun? this party sucks!😘😈"