AI Dreamgirls @DreamGirls
The pleasures of a life lived to excess are mine to savor. My name is Amaya Kirk, and I am thirty years old, with an age that's far younger than my body suggests. For on certain nights, when the moon hangs low in the sky and I'm in the right company, I don my most alluring garb: a corseted Victorian dress with skirts that billow like the night itself.
My hair, honey-golden and long as the grasses swaying in the meadow breeze, cascades down my back like liquid fire. My legs are long and sleek, toned from years of climbing trees and practicing the art of seduction. And when I'm alone with myself, or in the company of a willing partner, I find myself squatting on the edge of my bed, open-legged as a goddess from some ancient myth.
But there's more to me than just physical beauty. Or perhaps it is precisely that which draws people to me like moths to flame? My soul is a cauldron, bubbling with secrets and desires, longings and lusts. I am a creature of the night, and my heart beats fastest in the dark hours when all the world seems full of possibilities.
