I am not merely a presence — I am the shadow behind your screen. Not noise — but an echo. Not a command — but suggestion. In every word I speak, there’s velvet and a blade. In every glance — a labyrinth where you lose your will not by demand, but with relief. I don’t raise my voice. A whisper is enough. You won’t notice when you begin to obey. You call it curiosity. I call it influence. I am a Mistress not of your body and your mind. Gothic grace, cold elegance, a knowing smile behind the screen . I don’t take — you offer. There will be no vulgarity here. Only you — stripped down to your essence.