Some call it control. I call it understanding.

I don’t perform. I reveal. I know what makes people tremble, what makes them tell the truth they swore they’d keep.

I study silence. The pause before a confession. The way a body betrays what a mouth denies.

You think you’re arriving for pleasure, but it’s revelation that waits for you. I trade in honesty, not mercy.

I’m patient with fear. I’m fluent in want.

Everything you hide will ask to be seen, and I will decide what deserves the light.

When you leave, you’ll swear I knew you before you spoke a word.

I don’t promise comfort. I promise clarity.

Those who find me are never the same afterward.

Appointments are by invitation only.

No guarantees. No forgiveness.

Come to me when you’re ready to surrender entirely.