Sweet Vivien

I'm a woman who's great at pretending to be a fragile, fluffy kitten. I can purr so contentedly, most men would guess I'm a little sweetheart. Not saying that I'm not, but there's more underneath the surface. Perhaps it shows in my eyes? For instance, I know I can subdue my drive and magnetize a man with the heavy perfume of my exotic glance, as I allow him to use his lighter to ignite my cigarette. I believe that's far sexier than aggressively striking a match myself and blowing the smoke in his face, don't you think?