When the camera turns on, it's like I flip a switch inside me - the "play" mode. My gaze becomes slow and lingering, like a drop of honey sliding over lips. I love leaning in close to the lens, as if I'm about to whisper something only for you, smiling just enough to take your breath away. I might lean back, run my fingers through my hair, bite my lip ever so slightly - turning even the simplest movement into an invitation. I can be anything: soft and dreamy, bold and provocative. I love playing with props - swirling a glass of ., letting my fingers trail along my neck, or teasing the strap of my dress as if by accident. My playful nature thrives on suggestion rather than directness - because the magic isn't in showing everything, but in making you ache for the next frame.