They say I light up a room before I even walk in — smooth skin like rich mahogany, curves that speak in whispers, and a gaze that holds both danger and desire. I don’t sell fantasies. I become them. Every movement, every word, is deliberate, like silk being drawn slow across the skin.
I live in a world of velvet shadows and golden light, where secrets are currency and pleasure is power. Men come to me looking for escape, women for permission — and I give both, without apology. My heels click like punctuation on a story they’ll never forget.
This life, it’s not about shame. It’s about choosing who you are, and owning every inch of it. And me? I choose to shine.
