Silk Rules

I don’t chase. I lean back, cross these legs, and watch your self‑control melt like wax.

Here’s the game: I speak softly and you listen loudly. You’ll feel the heat in my pauses, the way my eyes say behave while my lips say maybe. If you’re lucky, I’ll let you get close enough to learn the scent of victory… and the bite of patience.

Touch nothing without permission. Earn every inch with manners. Bring offerings, bring focus, bring that best version of yourself—because I only play with men who know how to keep it together when their hands are shaking.

Want the second rule? You ask nicely. And you wait until I answer.