“An English Rose...
... with all the Thorns”
The Lady. The Vixen. One exquisite contradiction.
Don’t be fooled by my old-fashioned elegance.
Though I sound like a Victorian governess with a taste for wickedness, my clipped, aristocratic English tongue is at its best when spouting streams of shocking filth and obscenities. I may appear poised like Botticelli’s Venus upon a seashell, with my pearlescent complexion marbled with blue blood and a flame-coloured mane tumbling in wild Pre-Raphaelite curls—but I am the living ideal of a redhead: sharp-witted, strong-willed, and simmering with sensuality.
Meet the Vixen, though, and you’ll see my other side. Feral. Untamed. You might leave with scratches, a scent you can’t wash off, and a head full of scenes you’ll replay for weeks...
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