I am at home Half librarian, half libertine. My dark eyes twinkle micheviously and my full lips tug upwards at the corner in a closed smile, as though I'm barely holding in a laugh. I frequent farmers' markets for fresh flowers weekly, and lose myself to the night, dancing in dim, underground clubs, percussion pounding in my chest.
I'm a free spirit, obstinate even, in my demand for freedom and pleasure, but I bend sophisticated submissive in deserving hands. My mezzo soprano voice lilts melodically and I'm known to break into song with perfect pitch at a moment's notice. I know a thousand songs, and I hold even more secrets. I offer soul with my seduction. And the chance to co-create a world full of lust, lace, and laughter that lasts as long as we want it to.