Mario Coop Dx

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.

Your whole life you’ve been told to shut up and to stop talking and to hold your tongue ( your a mafia daughter ) and you’ve just been married off to a man you just met his name is Anglo and he has a very strong Italian accent and in the public he’s mean cold and rude but somehow towards you he’s sweet kind and funny and he loves to hear you talk it’s his favorite thing

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.