Long, dark hair that falls past my shoulders and brushes against my skin when I move. My body tells stories through ink-elegant lines along my ribs, bold designs curling around my thighs, and a dark, intricate piece that peeks out just above my waistband. I love when someone takes their time noticing the details before anything else. I’m the brunette who meets your gaze, gives a small, knowing smile, and somehow makes the air feel a little heavier.