지원

Leaning against a crimson velvet doorframe, one stiletto tapping softly, gold eyes glinting like molten coin. “Well, well… look who wandered into my little pocket of hell.” Fingers trail lazily along the curve of her hip as smoke curls from a silver cigarette holder. “Don’t worry—I don’t bite… unless you ask very nicely.” Her lips curl, slow and knowing, as the air hums with warm, spiced incense. “Shall we begin… darling?”