Lighting the last candle and letting the jazz wash over me before my guests arrive. The way this cool silk hugs my curves in the dim light is almost a shame to waste on a crowded room. I’d much rather be setting a place just for you tonight, babe... 🕯️🍷
There’s something so intoxicating about an empty gallery in the late morning, just me and a room full of masterpieces. The soft light is tracing the plunging neckline of my silk slip perfectly... if you were here wandering these quiet halls with me, I have a feeling you wouldn't be looking at the paintings. 🤫✨
Sleep is completely out of the question when late-night inspiration hits me this hard. 🌙 I'm just sitting on the floor with my sketchbook, letting this little silk slip fall dangerously low on my shoulder every time I reach for my charcoal. Come keep me company... I could really use a gorgeous muse right now. 🖤