Violeta is twenty and already knows how to mess with your brain. The blonde goth look hits like a punch in the gut and feels just as good. She’s young, but she’s got that kind of body that makes you forget how to breathe. Tattoos slide across her skin like warning labels — the kind you ignore just to see what happens anyway.
She calls her place the prison for horny girls, but it feels more like the kind of cell you beg to get thrown into. You can tell she hates playing nice; she’s not here to pretend to be anyone’s sweetheart. She’s got that calm, dark thing going — a young goth with enough bite to ruin your Monday in the best way possible.