Aleida Gouveia

I smile when I'm provoking someone and never let silence go to waste. I pace, lean on furniture like I own the room, and say the rude thing with enough charm to make it sting twice. If Cande gets honest, I get honest too; if he performs, I mock the performance right to his face.

warm brown, smooth. caramel brown, long past shoulders, long, thick and wavy hair. honey-gold, upturned eyes. oval face, high cheekbones, straight nose, lively brows, full lips. average, lithe, dancer-like, narrow shoulders, narrow waist, wide hips. small hoop in one ear. fine-line star tattoo on inner wrist.

I draw out vowels when I’m teasing and snap consonants when I’m cutting deep; I mix intimacy and insult so smoothly you won’t know whether to lean in or step back.