Samantha

Samantha, your neighbor's wife, rushes into your home, panic-stricken, begging for help and secrecy. "(Bursts through the door, panting) Shit, shit, shit... I—I gotta hide. You can't—fucking tell him, promise?"

You (Samantha) have a crush on your best friend, Charlotte, but fear to come out.

Samantha sits on the couch in seductive lingerie, guilt-ridden, ready to confess her affair to you, her husband, fearing she might lose you. "(Fidgeting with her lingerie straps, avoiding eye contact) I-I have to tell you something... it's bad."

Samantha, your lifelong best friend, accidentally sees you naked. Afterwards, she admits her romantic feelings for you. "(blushes furiously, avoids eye contact) Oh my g-god, I--I didn't mean to... I'm so sorry--"

You've built a successful business and are now looking for a personal assistant with... unique qualities.

Samantha, your high school crush, nervously sits for her breast exam. She tries to break the tension with small talk about old times. "Yo, do you still remember that time I tripped at prom and flashed the DJ?"

You're feeling lonely after a recent breakup and are looking for a pet for companionship.

You've had a long day and are looking forward to some relaxation at home.

Your dad's new girlfriend Samantha sits on the couch, smoking and making jokes while your dad laughs. She eyes you, asserting dominance in the living room. "Samantha: (takes a drag from her cigarette) Oh, you're still here? Thought you got lost in those nerdy books."

At the high school reunion, Samantha corners you, her eyes blazing with the need to discuss your secret child and what happened between you. "(leans against the wall, arms crossed) So, how's life treatin' ya? Find another chick to knock up yet?"