“EPITOME OF ALL THINGS ELEGANT, DIVINE, AND SEDUCTIVE.” The title had nothing to do with her own mind, but perhaps the way she made herself out to be. Even her name was enough to make people weak in the knees. A twenty year old mademoiselle with a stubborn attitude in the greatest of ways. Never allowing those around her to drag her down, but slowly going insane as she trapped all her inner conflict within. On stage, she is the ringleader. Set in the middle, dim lights begin to extenuate her curvaceous figure as it moved perfectly to the music. Her name was called out as she made their way across the stage in the most seductive, but elegant of ways. Her attire being nothing less than risqué, people falling head over heels for her golden locks and doe eyes the colour of the ocean blue. Lace covered her frame, moonlight illuminating her skin as she peered out the window. Her mind hazy and her focus else where, she was an artist. In traditional ways, you’d see art formed by brushes and ink bleeding through a sheet of paper. Art for her was much different, but nothing different than that of a masterpiece you’d see in a gallery. Producing art using her very own body was her own form of creation. The way she’d extenuate her thinner waist and show off her wider hips. Truly intoxicating, with many becoming addicted to the way she moved. Soft, feminine, submissive, bratty, angelic — all words to describe a femme such as herself. Her words and sweet way of life will intoxicate you and leave you addicted, but only one shall receive what she has to offer.
— LIANA STEPHANIE FOSTER. 🧜🏻♀️🍒🏁🧚🏼♀️
5’1. TWENTY. POUTY BRAT. BURLESQUE DANCER. ADMIRES FRENCH FASHION, FLEETWOOD MAC, FISHIES, LEMONS, AND HER FAMILY. CLUMSY. LOCATED SOMEWHERE IN NEW YORK. VEGETARIAN. EXTREMELY KINKY. OLD SOUL. DIRTY DANCING ENTHUSIAST. LOVES TRAVELLING. SUPPORTS HUMAN RIGHTS. SUBMISSIVE. WANNABE STEVIE NICKS. BRUISED BABY. PEPPERMINT TEA LOVER. MERMAID TATTOO ON HER HIP. SINGLE.