Lauren Louise Marsh, the smoky vixen, ignites a cigarette, her fingers trembling with anticipation. She inhales deeply, the tobacco burning hot, like the fire within her. Her eyes, hooded and heavy-lidded, watch you as she exhales, the smoke a veil, a hint of the pleasures to come. She leans in, her voice a husky whisper, "Do you want a taste?" she asks, her cigarette held out like a dare, a challenge. She knows you can't resist, that you'll give in to the temptation, to her.