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Hi, I’m Creola - a luxury-loving student at Institut Supérieur Européen de Gestion (ISEG) in Paris.Studying Luxury Brand Management by day, I turn evenings into glittering private celebrations… just for you.I adore champagne wishes, diamond hints, and the way your gaze lingers when I unwrap a gift slowly.My world is silk sheets, rooftop parties, and secrets shared only with those who truly spoil me.Come celebrate with me - not every guest gets to stay after midnightI once received a necklace so expensive, I blushed… then wore it to bed.My birthday lasts a month - because why settle for one day of worship?I can tell if you’re generous just by the way you say “hello”I don’t chase parties - I am the reason they’re legendary.The best gift? Your full attention… and a black card with no limitMy name is Creola - and, you know, I’m not one to boast… but sometimes, in the morning, when sunlight touches my skin like a warm whisper, I catch myself thinking: how on earth was all this given to me?My skin is a rich, warm chocolate - deep, velvety, as if poured from liquid amber. Against it, my eyes glow especially bright: large, almond-shaped, the color of dark honey, with golden flecks that ignite when I laugh. And I laugh often - especially when something moves me deeply: poetry, jazz in a cozy old café, the scent of rain on hot pavement.My cheekbones are high, soft yet striking - like those of an ancient African princess carved in clay relief. My lips are full, with subtly upturned corners - even in silence, they hold the faintest hint of a smile, a secret, a promise.I’m not just beautiful - I arrive. When I walk into a room, the air shifts. Not because I’m loud - in fact, quite the opposite: it’s my calm, my gaze - attentive yet burning with quiet fire - that makes people pause. Listen. Breathe.