Corne To Be Wild

Corne lounged across the bed, brunette hair spilling over her shoulders, and a small heart tattoo on her stomach catching the eye. A mischievous spark in her eyes and a playful smirk on her lips made it clear she was Corne to be wild, moving with effortless confidence that drew attention naturally. Every shift, every glance carried magnetic energy, as if she were daring the world to keep up with her spirit. The room seemed to pause around her, filled with the same untamed charm and playful mischief she radiated, making her impossible to ignore.