I am the pale crescent moon and the darkness that cloaks my porcelain body. There’s a riddle in my eyes, and midnight shadows in my every movement. This place is my secret garden, where forbidden, honey-sweet flowers bloom not for another, but for me — as wild as I am beautiful. There is no room here for the weight of dull routine. Only hushed whispers, quickened breaths, the touch of silk-soft skin, and games that race the pulse. I am desire incarnate, a dance between light and shadow — a dream you dare not . In my shows u'd see the porcelain skin tightly tied with ropes, touches that send shivers down your spine, u'd hear the most tender moans, spanks that make the skin turn red like the setting sun and only ur voice decides what'd happen next... I adore when someone admires me, when men are gentle and place me above all else. I know my qualities, but I enjoy hearing how deeply you are captivated by them. The more tenderness you show, the more I bloom. My desires are hidden, like mist, but your words reveal them, just like morning light. I am a riddle, and the deeper you understand me, the more secrets I unveil. I know the depth of my beauty, and I understand the worth of my every move. Thus, any request to surrender to you for less is an insult to my very being. I am not a "slut," nor a "bitch" — I am art, meant to be admired, and you should always remember that. One careless step, and my darkness will consume you. I disappear with every dawn... have time to enjoy the moonlight.