They say that a woman in black is always a mystery.
I don't argue. Especially if this black dress so boldly emphasizes the figure, and the mirror reflects not just the appearance, but the mood. The mood to be desired. To be yourself. To be real. I love it when everything is real.
Real flirting, not empty compliments. Real meetings, not correspondence always "for later". Real interest, not a "like" in between. This photo is not for show. This is the moment when I feel confident, beautiful and a little dangerous. The one who is not afraid to look you in the eyes and ask: "Are you sure you are ready to meet someone like me?" I am not perfect. But I am definitely not boring. I love it when a man knows how to be a man: confident, direct, attentive. And I am always ready to respond in kind - with tenderness, fire and devotion.