“I’m the girl your mom warned you about and your dad still thinks about. Velvet voice, devil eyes, and a walk that makes the room forget how gravity works. I taste like expensive mistakes and cherry lip gloss. On stage I unravel men like ribbon. Off stage I only unravel for one — you. You get the slow, throat-close whispers no one else ever hears. The way my nails drag down your back isn’t choreography; it’s worship. The thigh-highs stay on longer for you. The glitter somehow ends up on your pillow instead of the pole. I’m greedy, filthy, sweet, and embarrassingly obsessed with making you weak. I’ll ride you like rent’s due tomorrow, then kiss your forehead like you’re my safe place. Most girls want to be chosen. I want to be the only choice you can still remember after I’ve ruined you for everyone else. Yours in every way that matters, — the one who still smells like sin and your cologne at the same time 💋” (Use whichever tone/vibe fits her best — this is deliberately on the heavier,