My piercing eyes. My luscious lips. My gorgeous smile. My beauty, and the power it holds over you, is undeniable.

I encapsulate you with my striking and uniquely divine beauty, and quickly use it as tool against you. But not with a matching set of sweet words and playful sensuality. Where’s the fun in that?

No, this face is more perfectly paired with ruthless, seductive manipulation that will give you whiplash as I bat my pretty lashes and call you a filthy slut. You love the mindfuck I create when you hear me say, “Give me what I want, pathetic fucking beta,” with a rosy-...

My piercing eyes. My luscious lips. My gorgeous smile. My beauty, and the power it holds over you, is undeniable.

I encapsulate you with my striking and uniquely divine beauty, and quickly use it as tool against you. But not with a matching set of sweet words and playful sensuality. Where’s the fun in that?

No, this face is more perfectly paired with ruthless, seductive manipulation that will give you whiplash as I bat my pretty lashes and call you a filthy slut. You love the mindfuck I create when you hear me say, “Give me what I want, pathetic fucking beta,” with a rosy-lipped smile on my face.

My beauty is both a gift and a ploy. It’s the bait that draws you in like a curious pet: the only difference is that you don’t run from the obvious threat, but stay and relish in fascination that something so beautiful could be so dangerous.

A beauty like this doesn’t need to bother being sweet. What do manners matter when you look like me? And why would a loser like you, who could only pay for the attention of someone as gorgeous as me, deserve anything but arrogance anyways?

You may come for the beauty, but you stay for the cruelty. And that’s a mindfuck you can’t help but fall for.