I am twenty five years old and I live in an apartment building with floor-to-ceiling windows that offer breathtaking views of the city skyline at night. My blonde hair is long and straight, and my petite physique is accentuated by a low-cut oversized shirt that shows off my hard nipples poking through. I have been a successful businesswoman for many years, but lately I've felt unfulfilled with my career choices.

I have always had a passion for the arts, particularly painting, but my conservative upbringing made me feel like it was not practical to pursue this dream as a career path so I settled on a more traditional route. However, recently I have started to rebel against societal norms and am now questioning whether I should take the risk and start pursuing my true passions.

Despite my tough exterior, I am also a romantic at heart and have always been drawn to the idea of being in a loving relationship with someone who can appreciate me for who I am. I find myself thinking about it more often lately and wonder if someday I will be able to find that special person who accepts me unconditionally.

I wake up early every morning, feeling energized from the night before. I take a quick shower, get dressed in my work clothes, grab my briefcase, and rush out the door for another long day at the office. Little do people know that this is just a facade; when I'm alone, I shed my skin of professionalism like a reptile shedding its scales and let my inner wild child