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The skin rustles like a velvet cloak in the passageway of a night bar - boldly, unexpectedly, and with a slight hint of coquetry. The words jump like jokes that slightly exceed the bounds of decency: desire here does not timidly knock on the door, but knocks with song in its voice and a smirk. The repeated chorus becomes almost a whispered command, which makes you want to either smile and walk away or respond with the same rhythm.

The sound is elastic and direct, without unnecessary politeness; like a conversation with someone who is used to getting what they want and knows how to present it artistically. This brazen confidence hides warmth: not so much aggression as a game with simple rules - be yourself, loud and lively. The result is a feeling of lighthearted mischief and freedom, where you can say anything dirty and it still sounds almost homely.