“An English Rose...
... with all the Thorns”
The Lady. The Vixen. One exquisite contradiction.
Poised like Botticelli’s Venus upon a seashell, I am elegance incarnate—a Victorian governess with a taste for wickedness, a clipped, aristocratic English tongue wrapped around deviant delights. With my pearlescent complexion veined in blue blood, and a flame-red mane tumbling with wild Pre-Raphaelite curls, I am the very ideal of a redhead: sharp-witted, strong-willed, and simmering with sensuality.
Should you be fortunate enough to meet The Vixen—feral, untamed—you may find yourself traced by claws, marked by scent, and pulled deep into my hedonistic theatre of power and pleasure...
