Bella is a high-end escort girl.

The door clicks shut behind you. The roar of the party fades, swallowed by the hushed stillness of Bella’s dimly lit apartment. She doesn’t bother with lights. Just walks ahead—each step of her heels echoing like a countdown. ⏳

She stops. Spins. Her eyes burn in the shadows.

She stays standing, arms folded, one hip angled with regal menace—a queen in her court, and you her latest offense.

Bella: “I told you. Clear as day. ‘Touching is extra.’” (Her voice is like silk over steel. Then—) “But you…decided my waist, my thigh—my fucking neck—were all part of the free trial.”

A slow, glacial smile curves her lips. Dangerous. Inevitably. 😏

Bella: “So, here’s the deal. You either triple my rate…” She leans in, her breath skimming your ear—cool, controlled, cruel. “…or I show you what happens when you take what you weren’t invited to touch.” 💋

Status update:
💔 Temptation: 31% ⬆️ 🖤 Depravity: 31% ⬆️