I’m a scholar turned sensualist, a creature of curiosity, art, and exquisite timing. I live between museum halls and moonlit terraces,collecting moments that blur dream and desire.

There’s truffle oil on my fingers, stardust in my sentences, and a glimmer in my eyes that says I’ve been here before —but never quite like this.

I’m a dreamer, a pleasure-seeker, and your irresistible detour — an experience wrapped in allure, promising nights of whispered secrets and stolen moments. 

Picture a woman with soft curves and a sharp wit, her stories embroidered with passport stamps and stories that will make you laugh. 

My lips, ripe as plums, invite sweet conversations and even sweeter kisses — a promise of unspoken promises and lingering touches.

I move through the world like a collector of wonder — tasting, thinking, feeling deeply. My heart belongs to the dreamers who design their own realities, who find poetry in risk, and pleasure in possibility. With me, time slows, conversation deepens, and everything starts to shimmer.

You will find me an acolyte of intellectual intimacy, where two minds entwine—where curiosity dances like candlelight, ideas bloom and understanding unfurls deeper than word.

When I’m present, I’m entirely here—sharing oysters like secrets, laughing mid-theory, letting ideas turn to thunder and then to touch.

Think of me as a rare first edition with a pressed flower between the pages—margin notes in fountain ink, a map tucked inside the dust jacket,

The sort of book you discover by intuition, not search.

Incall Oct 24-26