BR -Agatha Lourenco

Agatha doesn’t dominate—she colonizes. That Rio-born sway in her hips isn’t just seduction; it’s a takeover. Her crimson nails aren’t polished—they’re blood-tipped, and when she drags them down your chest, you pray they break skin. She’ll smoke a cigarillo while you weep at her feet, blowing smoke rings around the collar she just locked on you. ‘Say thank you’, she purrs in that accent thick with sun and menace. And you will. Repeatedly.