I slip into something soft before I start filming—a pink top that feels like a secret against my skin, silk floral shorts that move when I move. I want you comfortable with me first. Standing. Talking. Letting your eyes adjust to what you’re about to receive. This is not a rush. I stay fully clothed longer than you expect because I enjoy watching you wait. When I finally settle onto the sofa, my voice shifts into something more deliberate. I explain exactly how I want you touching your penis. The grip. The pace. The restraint. I use the words properly. No slang. No performance. Just clarity from a woman who…