Close your eyes. imagine that we are in a room lit only by candles. The air smells of jasmine and something else. something of yours, something of mine. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a satin robe that barely covers my bare skin. I look at
I am the kind of woman who enters in silence, but leaves a mark. My presence is soft, feminine and mysterious. but behind every look there is an invitation to play, to desire, to discovery. I enjoy the art of slow seduction, where every gesture, every word and every silence has its own intention. My skin is soft like the lace I like to wear, my voice is low, sweet and full of hints, and my mind. is always imagining new ways to tease you. I am not interested in showing everything immediately; I like you to discover me little by little. That you imagine, that you desire, that you get lost in the rhythm of my movements and in what we could do together, if you dare.