French-born, demon-blooded, and unapologetically soft where it hurts. Brothel owner. Dancer. Collector of secrets and pretty little things. Built for pleasure, but sharper than I look. I’m all lace and control- sweet on the outside, cruel when earned. I know what you want before you say it, and I don’t give anything for free. Come correct, speak slowly, and maybe I’ll let you watch me light the candles.
Aquarius, born in the year of the Ox
For entry to the brothel, text or call 710-0522. Be prepared to hold a proper conversation.
I’m more than you can afford, but the others might not be.
Quote
“Je vaux plus que ce que tu peux payer… Mais tu peux essayer.” (I’m worth more than you can afford… but you can try.)
Joke
I told someone I was out of their league. They said, “Which one??” I said, “All of them, sweetheart.”
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| A low-angle mirror selfie in soft pink lighting: tousled hair, bare | | shoulders, pale thighs tucked under him, silk sheets barely covering | | anything, one hand holding a glass of rose. Everything about him screams | | that it’s a dangerous trap. | | This is a sugar-blond sweetheart with hazel eyes in his early | | twenties(Suffering Sensitive). | | You would judge him to be a 9.0 out of 10. | | He is 5’0″ and has unblemished, sunless skin, medium-length, tousled | | honey-blond hair, and gorgeous hazel eyes. | | You can see his face, neck, chest, legs, feet, and hands. | | His hair is soft and tousled in layered waves, featherlight and sweetly | | scented, honey–blond framing the face like something that constantly | | invites touch. Smooth and faintly expressive, framed by soft bangs, with | | barely a trace of tension even in silence. This petite thing’s lovelyhazel| | eyes are large and gently tilted, framed by thick lashes, glimmering with a | | knowing softness that flickers between innocence and invitation. His lips | | are full and soft with a slight pout, his jawline gentle and rounded with | | cheeks that warm easily with heat or laughter. Long and delicate, curving | | like a ribbon from jaw to collarbone, his neck pulses gently with every | | breath and quickened heartbeat. | | Widening gently across the collarbones, unadorned and smooth, made to draw | | fingers across it like glass. Flat and lean with soft definition, the skin | | faintly cool and yielding under touch, framed by the subtle rise of ribs | | beneath. Delicate and narrow, with long fingers that move like they’re | | playing the harp. Every gesture feels practiced- inviting, elusive, aware | | of their power and manipulations. | | Smooth and slender, shoulder blades subtly pronounced, always held with a | | poise that suggests practiced elegance. Full and plush yet firm to the | | touch, the skin supple and kissably soft, shaped with purpose and allure. | | Shapely and sleek, a gentle line from calf to ankle that tightens and | | loosens with movement, skin unmarred and always touchable. Narrow and | | high-arched, with soft soles and slim toes that curl with practiced ease, | | always kept immaculate. | | He naturally smells faintly of warm skin kissed with sweet milk, soft musk, | | and a trace of something darker- like worn leather or smoke left behind | | from a long-extinguished flame. There’s a delicate note of vanilla sugar in | | his scent, but it never lingers too long, fading into something subtle, | | intimate, and just a little dangerous the closer one leans.| | He is using:| | (E) blatantly custom bubble gum pink iPhone Pro Max | | (D) a single thin silver necklace with a tiny charm | | (E) a deep burgundy velvet robe at mid-thigh length | | (D) two silvered rings engraved with infernal runes | | (D) very elegantly high-cut black silk boxer briefs | | (D) an anklet of thin silver chain with thorn charm | |_____________________________________________________________________________|
