Welcome to my little mad tea party 🃏♠️ I'm the girl your doctor warned you about. Half chaos, half cosmos. Behind these eyes hides someone who already knows your next move. Tarot isn’t a game here — it’s a mirror. And it never lies. Want me to pull a card for your dirtiest secret? 🔥

Mine is to own a crumbling gothic mansion full of mirrors that reflect only truths. I'd chain pretty boys like you to antique chairs, blindfold them with silk from old tarot bags. Whisper their future while slowly edging them insane — "The Lovers say you'll cum… but only if you confess everything first." Screams, laughter, moans echoing through empty halls. And at the end? I ride the winner on the throne made of broken crystal balls. That's the dream. Help me get closer… tip to manifest it faster 😈

Call me your favourite glitch in the matrix. I talk to shadows. They talk back. My soul is cracked open — come peek inside. I dance between silk sheets and shattered tarot decks. One moment I’m whispering sweet sins in your ear… the next I’m pulling Fool + The Devil just for you.

Imagine: dim red light, me in black lace corset and nothing else, tarot spread between us on the bed like a map of your ruin. I pull The Tower for you — crash, everything falls. Now you're tied, wrists above your head, blindfolded with my silk scarf. I straddle your face, grinding slow while whispering your dirtiest secrets the cards revealed. "You thought about choking on me last week… didn't you?"