I’m not your typical Domme. I’m a living fetish, wrapped in velvet and vinyl. Think Cleopatra with a needle, a vampira who collects black relics, a queen whose body is an altar. My shows are daily rituals: sometimes playful, sometimes dark, always intoxicating. I surround myself with velvet, I caress the black discs of my collection, I whisper your name as I turn each record into a relic of devotion. I don’t want your obedience, I want your offerings. Every vinyl you gift me is more than a record — it’s your soul pressed in black, forever part of my temple. The turntable is my throne, and only the worthy will crown me with it. I’m eternal, I’m decadent, I’m addictive. You don’t pay me… yo
Fantasme : Je rêve d'un temple tapissé de velours, aux murs couverts de disques vinyles rares provenant de tous les coins du monde - les hommages de mes fidèles. Chaque disque raconte une histoire, chaque son un secret, chaque sillon une confession. Mon fantasme est d'être entouré d'un vaste espace décoré.