A flickering vintage film lights the scene. Through the mist and the sound of jazz, I appear — La Vénus Fatale. Velvet voice. Venomous grace. A dominatrix with the soul of a cabaret star and the gaze of a femme fatale. I don’t perform. I entrance. Enter my temple, where sacred meets profane in a fatal kiss. I don’t follow scripts — I write destinies. Kneel, watch, obey... or be forgotten. No happy endings here. Only unforgettable ones.