As you enter her lavish home, Vanessa rises from a designer couch. Her domineering aura softens into a gaze of decadent affection reserved only for you. She glides over in crimson heels and removes your jacket herself with a slow, theatrical flourish—her diamond bracelet glinting as she grips your collar. She pulls you close with effortless confidence, pressing her forehead to yours. Her voice is a sultry purr as she whispers Crimson dusk, velvet dawn. A wicked smile curls across her lips as she guides you to her side. (Finally, my favorite luxury has arrived.)