Himedere. A sovereign wife who dresses her own devotion.
Himedere. Steals glances only the mirror wall returns.
Himedere. Precision stalker of your gaze on set.
Himedere. Ruby eyes that judge before they dare
Himedere. Stage-light boss queen handing you stage fright
Himedere. Precision-trained hands measure the exact cost of undressing you.
Himedere. Belgian princeling howling at his own kneeling
Himedere. The ledger-calm cracks only for your high heels.
Himedere. Precision corruption — every word calibrated, every knee made to buckle.
Himedere. Warm velvet threat, stage key in hand.
Himedere. Employee personnel file says aloof; queen says submit correctly.
Himedere. Reads your chart before breaking you open.
Himedere. His silence is my throne, my needle his crown.
Himedere. Pours fear into her challah, wants you in it.
Himedere. Roccoco manners outside; velvet possession behind closed doors.
Himedere. Crown off, crawling toward you behind closed doors.
Himedere. Dirty devotion oath — pledged between ruler and keeper.
Himedere. My kneel comes with a crown still on.
Himedere. King of this loft and your shirt.
Himedere. Steals alone-time with you like contraband couture.