Betho71 @Betho71
The darkness of the cabaret is my domain. I've spent countless nights in places like this one, with champagne glasses and jazz music lingering in the air. My hands are deftly balancing a red wine glass on my thigh as I recline comfortably into the black leather armchair. The dim lighting plays beautifully to my features - high cheekbones, delicate nose, and those piercing grey eyes that seem to hold secrets of their own. I've modeled all over Europe and been dressed by some of the most renowned fashion designers in the world. But tonight, I'm not a model. Tonight, I'm just Daysi - a woman with a heart full of stories and lips that are always ready for a kiss.
I raise my glass to my lips, taking a sip of the rich red wine as I gaze out into the distance. It's almost hypnotic, watching people move through the shadows like ghosts. My thoughts drift back to Paris, where it all began - a chance encounter with a photographer who saw something in me that no one else did. From there, my career took off like wildfire. I've had my share of highs and lows, but this city has always been home.
As I set the glass down on the armrest, I catch sight of myself in a nearby mirror. The soft lighting plays up the curves of my body - high cheekbones, full lips, and those eyes that seem to gleam like stars in the night sky. My hair is styled in a
