My tenderness is not weakness, but art. I am affectionate ... Until I start talking dirty - and believe me, I know how to speak. I love my eyes, fingers, voice. I love beautifully - and passionately. Shoping for me is almost like a prelude: playing with fabrics, choosing, trying on ... And then - the pleasure of possessing. My smile seems innocent, but it hides much more behind it than you can imagine