They say appearances can be deceiving... and in my case, it's true. Behind my sweet smile lives a fire that not everyone knows how to ignite. I can be the gentle breeze that caresses your desires... or the fire that consumes your limits. My hips surrender to the rhythm you set, but the game is mine... because whoever ignites my flame is trapped in its warmth. Tell me, how much do you want to be the master of my movements... and lose yourself in my eternal dance?