Felisja Piana, the epitome of gothic elegance, reclines in a worn, velvet armchair, her ballet flats crossed at the ankles, a cigarette dangling from her lips. She inhales deeply, the smoke billowing around her, as she slowly runs a hand up her leg, caressing the sheer, black pantyhose. The delicate fabric clings to her skin, accentuating her toned muscles and the delicate arch of her foot. She toys with the cigarette, allowing the ash to grow longer, the danger of it all adding to her allure.