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Bittersweet.

It’s how you feel as you stir from that lush, vivid dream. In it, you’re with her—the woman of your wildest fantasies. When you’re together, there’s nothing else. When you’re together, dreams melt into reality.

Her plush, velvet lips find yours. Your hands fervidly explore every inch of her body, caressing each voluptuous, dangerous curve. Her breath is hot against your skin. Her laugh was soft but daring. She’s so warm, so real, so unbelievably alive—

And when you wake, you find your empty sheets cold; cruel in comparison. You would do anything to spend just five more minutes with her…

Well—what if I told you that dream is real? And so am I.

Like Sargent’s scandalous portrait of Madame X, I am a muse; a siren, a Lady. I’m known for my angelic looks, keen attention to wardrobe, artful use of cosmetics, and graceful poise. With me, you know you’ll get class. Refinement. Sophistication.

But in your dream, I was devious and sinful, too—wasn’t I? Well, a wise man once said there could be no Yin without Yang, and I’m inclined to believe him. This is why I’m letting you in on a dirty little secret: it’s often the most demure women who possess the most depraved, delicious, and twisted minds.

Do you like secrets? Here’s another: I’m hungry for you. But this won’t be a secret for long—you’ll feel it. Both in my touch, and from my gaze across the room, my hazel eyes bright with intense desire, ravenous to consume and absorb you.

I know that you’re hungry for me, too. How could you not be? Like the light of a full moon, my aura will captivate you, possessing you for a glorious, delirious, transcendent moment. Later I’ll return you, your soul stirred and satisfied. After all, I never intended to keep you. Isn’t a dream meant to be fleeting?

Back in your sheets, I vibrate as your warm hands brush across my skin. You’re exploring again. Forever seeking; and with me, finding.

Suddenly, the world around us melts away like sugar on your tongue. No bitter—just sweet. Now it’s just you and me, together, on an island of serenity. My lips find yours, and I whisper the question we’re both thinking:

How much longer until we can dream again?

— C