Some Lions love to view from afar, others love to Worship. Some things aren’t chosen. They’re felt. The way your attention lingers. The way the room seems to hush when I move. The way desire settles low and refuses to leave. The Worshippers are the ones who stay in that feeling. Who listen for the soft sound of skin shifting, who imagine the warmth before it’s offered, who know that yearning is a kind of devotion. This is where you come closer to the whisper of my ✱✱✱✱ as oil slips over skin, to the faint scent that clings long after the screen goes dark, to the ✱✱✱✱✱✱✱ meant to be replayed in your ✱✱✱✱ when you’re alone. Here, I leave ✱✱✱✱✱✱ behind for you: glances caught and looped, highlights that ache when you rewatch them, fragments from behind the veil—proof that what you feel is real. And when I finally offer myself— ✱✱✱✱, gleaming, ritual-soft— it’s for those who understand how to look, how to wait, how to want. This isn’t about begging. It’s about answering the pull you already feel. If you’ve ever felt yourself leaning in without realizing, If the thought of my skin, my scent, my presence follows you, Then you already know. Some devotion is loud. This kind is quiet. And it lasts. In this ✱✱✱✱, you will get ✨ Highlight Reels from every stream night ✨ A Digital ✱✱✱✱✱✱✱ set to hold onto ✨ A collection of Gifs from the entire month ✨ Behind the Scenes Bloopers and Timelapses of my ✱✱✱✱✱✱ ✨ an Exclusive ✱✱✱✱ show just for you, to tantalize, to tease, to show you the oil that whispers across my skin, the glitter that sparkles, that teases.. me February 27th after midnight