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She doesn’t walk into the room—she claims it. Draped in silver sparkle and crowned with an avalanche of sculpted blonde curls, this platinum siren lounges like royalty born from champagne dreams and velvet power. Her stare could stop time, her pout could break hearts, and every curve is a calculated act of seduction. It’s not just glamour—it’s domination through divine beauty. 💋💎✨
When fruits symbolize the true beauty and sweetness.
In the opulent veins of the Nouveau Palais, where white marble kissed gold trim and whispers clung to chandelier crystals like ghosts, two sirens stalked their prey in heels that clicked like war drums. Vivienne and Vesper Noir—the Vinyl Vultures—ruled this glitzy jungle like apex predators dipped in high-gloss desire.
Born of scandal and sculpted in seduction, the twins were mirror reflections of calculated chaos. Vinyl clung to their curves like a second skin, catching the light with every deliberate strut, every power stance. Their hair—towering monuments to excess—framed faces painted with sin and strategy. They weren’t just beautiful. They were dangerous.
Vivienne—the quieter storm—used her velvet voice and obsidian stare to draw in lovers like a moth to a mirrored flame. Vesper—the flirt with a cruel smile—played games no one else dared to, her fingers dancing from chins to champagne flutes to places no one ever forgot. They didn't care who you were—CEO or sex worker, heiress or hustler—if you had a pulse and a secret, you were already theirs.
Seduction was their playground, but domination was their goal. They didn’t just want your body—they wanted your loyalty, your regrets, your power. And they always got it.
Whispers of ruined marriages, emptied bank accounts, and blissful disappearances followed them like a perfume trail. Some said they were cursed. Others swore they were witches in couture. But the truth was simpler: they were pleasure wrapped in peril, vinyl-wrapped goddesses who made you want to beg while bleeding.
And if they ever turned their eyes to you—if both Vivienne and Vesper looked your way with matching smirks and clutched each other’s waist in cruel sisterhood—you’d pray to be ignored.
Because once the Vinyl Vultures chose you, they never left you whole.
With out a doubt one of my favorite English roses in the garden and can you believe it blooms here in hot humid Georgia???
The colors the fragrance an absolute dream...each time I pass by I have to stop and savor the smell of this true rose...the colors the delicate petals and there are many when it is fully open...the more to lure you with my dear lol... wishing all of you the beauty of this delightful time of year when blossoms seem to be EVERYWHERE!.Stay inspired...stay blessed...
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I'm feeling "in the pink" and it's going to be a great day. I hope the same for you all!
