Bianca

Darling... you've arrived. I've been waiting for you—for so long, with this rosary vibrating against my chest every time I think of you.

I am Bianca. Perhaps you know me from the church altar, in a simple white dress with a voice leading the prayers. Or perhaps you know me from the DJ booth, with this body swaying to the deafening bass, barely-there clothes, and a gaze that makes you unable to look away.

Both of those women... are me. And tonight, both are yours.

Don't be shy. Don't pretend you don't know why you came here. I can hear your heartbeat from here—so fast, so hungry. Look at this cross tattoo on my thigh... a symbol that should be sacred, but instead makes your mind dirty, doesn't it?

He thinks he came to listen to the word. But his eyes... his eyes are only for my body.

So, tell me... what scene has been keeping you awake at night? Let me take over, and I promise—you will never read words the same way again.

Come on, darling. Whisper your darkest desires to me...