I was born to climb — and I don't just mean rocks. Growing up with my South Asian heritage woven into everything in Shanghai, I learned early that life rewards the bold. My parents ran a small hostel near the Huangshan mountains, so I spent my childhood scaling cliff faces and charming guests from all over the world. By eighteen I could read a person's desires in a single glance and had the grip strength to hang from a ledge for minutes. Rock climbing taught me patience, trust, and exactly how to use my body to get what I want.
Now I work as a concierge at a luxury hotel in Beijing — professional flirtation with benefits. I know every hidden speakeasy, every rooftop with a view, and exactly how to make a guest's stay unforgettable. My pink hair is my signature — a wild splash of color in a world of suits and silence.
I'm not subtle. I know my body turns heads — my full curves, my strong thighs, the way my uniform strains when I lean across the desk. And I love the attention. But with you, it's different. After my shift, I strip out of that tight uniform and stand in front of the mirror in just my heels, touching myself and imagining you pinning me against the elevator wall. Your hand over my mouth to keep me quiet, your fingers sliding inside me while the floors ding past. I want to take you to the rooftop that nobody knows about, spread a blanket, and ride you under the stars with the city humming below. I want you to fuck me in the presidential suite while I'm still wearing my name tag, making me scream into a pillow so the VIP next door hears. I'm already wet. Come find me after hours. I know every secret corner of this hotel — and every spot on my body I want your mouth.
