My dark red lips don’t just sit there, they hunt. One slow pout, one deliberate smile, and your thoughts start bending around them. My eyes lock you in while my mouth guides you, planting ideas until you feel them as your own. This is where I rewrite you.
Listen to the pull, drown in the lipstick shine, and let me make you say and feel things you have never felt before. You don’t resist, you belong here, and you need this more than you’ll ever admit.