Would sir care to see the wine list, or the dungeon?
Long legs, cool elegance and a warm welcome will greet you at the door.
Companion. Lover. Entertainer.
You are on a journey to find that one special lady. The one woman who understands your every move and will follow you till the ends of the earth, or possibly just to the end of her leash. I understand this.
Your quest is often long, and can be lonely. Let me stand in for her, fill the void for just a moment. Remind yourself of what it will be like when that day comes.
Perhaps sir has no time for that one special lady. Family commitments, a demanding career, friends who would simply never understand...
Sir needs charming company, utmost discretion and emotional restraint in a companion. Does sir have another restraint in mind? Coffee? Dinner?
Statuesque at five feet and nine inches; all legs, in my trademark seamed nylons, I am blessed with an glorious hourglass figure.
My high cheekbones and freckles are complemented by Nordic blonde locks with undertones of stubborn Scottish red, and storm blue eyes that flash when I am piqued and sparkle when I laugh.
Now sir, when you write to me, remember only this: do not ask of me what it is that I do; tell me what it is that you truly want.
Would sir like to see the wine list, or the dungeon?
Miss Grace A'Mondiale
"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself..." OW