Description
People usually notice my blonde hair first, my way of walking, that smile that seems innocent. They're wrong. There's nothing innocent about me. There's intention. There's hunger. There's dominance.I don't raise my voice so they'll listen. It's not necessary. When I speak, they come closer. When I look, they understand.I like the game of power. That moment when the air changes, when the other person stops resisting and starts giving in without realizing it. I don't need to force anything... I know exactly where to press, when to approach, when to retreat.I'm patience and fire at the same time.In Benicarló many believe they know me. That I'm just another girl. But some... just some... have seen what's behind my eyes.And they don't look at me the same way anymore.Because when I enter their world... I'm no longer an option. I'm a necessity.
