I love playing with the imagination... moving slowly, looking deeply, speaking softly. I'm not one to rush, because I know that good things are best savored slowly. My voice, my skin, my rhythm... everything is made to tempt you. Will you resist or let yourself be carried away? The caresses that last too long, the whispers that make you shudder, and the men who know how to admire without touching... until I allow it. The tense conversations, the glances that speak louder than words, and the moments where desire permeates the air. The vulgar, the rude people, the impatient. If you cant provoke without running away, youre not ready for me