Escort model Viola Velle, Perth

International fan of vintage design, vintage wine and vintage men.
If you're taking the time to read this, you're probably insightful enough to know life should be embraced in all its pleasures - just like an enigmatic brunette!

You prefer a restaurant menu to a "services" menu, and seek authenticity over acronyms.

You don’t care much for trends because you know a long term connection is like a well kept classic car: it never goes out of style and the ride gets better every time.

In a world awash with dopamine addiction and instant gratification, you’re a rare breed driven not by convenience, but by intent and discernment.

As for me, I could describe myself, but I’ve found some things cannot be conveyed online - only experienced.

Such as the thrill of touching down in a new city. The anticipation of meeting a lover in a plush, low lit bar. The delight of looking into my hypnotic heterochromatic eyes for the first time. The sparkle of my world renowned smile as our champagne glasses clink. The rich, complex burst of caviar on our palates. The shared laughter that flows like a bubbling brook across the dinner table. The silence electric with potential as we finally find ourselves in the privacy of your hotel room. The warm whisper of subtle oud scent as you nuzzle my neck. The curve of my back as you undo my dress and run your hands over my silken skin…

…the rest of this memory is waiting to be created, savoured and treasured like your favourite record on vinyl.

As your passport-ready provocatrice I have an endless thirst for travel, culture and adventure, whether it’s an evening at the ballet or a sun drenched weekend in wine country. You’ll find me eagerly caught up in conversation over our shared niche interests and even more eagerly caught up in crisp hotel bedsheets with you.

Those who know me often comment on my ability to find the magic in the every day, that elusive fascination that shimmers like sunlight on water and can only be felt, not spoken. The magic that often gets misplaced under all the deadlines, commutes, analytics, KPIs. But it’s there, waiting to be reignited with the right touch.

Above all, I enjoy getting lost - in paintings, cities, literature, in conversations, in the mineral depths of a freshly shucked oyster, in the limbs of lovers, in shared, secret moments that stretch on for an eternity.

Shall we get lost in each other?