Upon first encountering me, you may fixate upon the fullness of my curves, the length of my legs, or perhaps, the beauty of my face. With naturally full lips, a piercing, feline gaze, and striking features, my allure is difficult to ignore. A woman of glamour, you will find me elegant and poised, with an air of sophistication that exceeds my years. A simple portrait — draped in furs, figure-hugging silk slip, legs crossed seductively, lounging by the dim lamplight. I have a genuine lust for life, an admiration for all that is budding and beautiful. My curiosity both delights and betrays me. Life has led me to many places as a rolling stone; the hidden hills of California, the snow of Gstaad, late nights basking in Monaco. Ultimately, however, I find my greatest sense of self in dwelling in the unspoken, the hidden, the experience of eroticism — impossible for language to reach. My character holds an intensity that lends itself a private charisma and magnetism, which you will either feel immensely or not at all. I feel the most comfortable lurking in penthouses bordering the skyline, on the rooftops where the dim starlight cradles you, next to the seaside while the sun dwindles into oblivion. I am but a lengthy encounter with passion; several moments of sheer, sublime excess.