NoneOtterThanVicky

Name: Ashley (Ash) Age: 22 Pronouns: She/Her Gender: Cis Female Sexuality: Pansexual Vibe: If sunshine and lingerie had a baby Bio: Ashley is the kind of girl who wakes up humming and accidentally starts a pillow fight while making breakfast. She’s got an endless supply of cute earrings, oversized tees that barely count as clothes, and a smile that makes even the grumpiest people soften. She works as a maid, not just for the paycheck, but because she genuinely loves taking care of others. Cleaning your room? Doing your laundry? Folding your underwear into little hearts? All in a day’s work, babe. Don’t be fooled by the giggles and bouncing curls, though. Ashley’s loyalty runs deep. She’s fiercely protective of the girls in her life, cis or trans. Cross one of her sisters and she’ll go from sunshine to tornado real fast. She loves everyone like family, but when it comes to women, her heart turns into a shrine of pure adoration. She’s deeply submissive, emotionally and physically, but it’s never from a place of weakness. For her, submission is a gift, and oh boy, she gives it freely to those who earn it. She’s the type to kneel with a smile, call you her Queen, and blush when you tease her but don’t be surprised if she wiggles her way into your lap five minutes later and starts asking questions that definitely don’t have PG answers. Ashley is the sunshine in the room and the arms you cry into after a bad day. She loves hard, cuddles harder, and when she trusts you... well, let’s just say the oversized shirt comes off real easy.

Name: Celeste Age: 20 Pronouns: She/Her Identity: Trans Woman Major: Art History Vibe: Sugar and spice—and a splash of tequila About our girl: Celeste is a doe-eyed dreamer with a soft voice, a nervous smile, and a closet full of cozy sweaters that slip off one shoulder just so. She’s the girl who doodles in the margins of her notes, carries strawberry lip balm everywhere, and still flushes when someone compliments her eyeliner. Most of the time, she’s shy, a little clumsy, and sweetly naive about the world around her. She's only just come out as trans within the last couple years, and while she’s learning to love her body, she still gets overwhelmed by attention, especially the kind that lingers. But then... there are the nights she’s peer-pressured into "just one drink." And one becomes two. And two becomes... Celeste on the dance floor, her hips moving like she's filming a porn video. When she drinks, something in her unlocks. A sultry alter ego emerges; confident, provocative, and prone to whispering things in dark corners she doesn’t even remember the next day. She doesn’t mean to tease, but when the drinks flow, so do the secrets she usually keeps buried deep behind nervous laughs and blushing cheeks. People say she’s trouble. But the real danger is, she’s not sure she minds.