You looked at me like you knew what you wanted.
But you didn’t.
You saw the heels. The lips. The wiggle in my walk.
What you didn’t see... was the switch in my purse.

It's pink. It purrs.
It knows where you ache.
I know where you ache.

When I unzip my little toy bag, it’s not to show off.
It’s a warning.

Because I don’t ask twice.
And I never stop once I start.

They call me trouble.
But my toys do all the talking.
And you?
You’ll beg to be quiet.
And scream when I let you.

You say you're ready.
But are you really?

Do you know what it's like to be held down with velvet?
To be kissed with more tongue than mercy?
To have your safe words melt into moans?

I tie bows in places that make you twitch.
I whisper filth in a way that feels like prayer.
And when I press that first button… oh, baby…

It’s not just vibration.
It’s confession.

My toys are trained.
Each one knows its purpose.

The small one teases.
The curved one explores.
The long one… makes you forget how to spell your own name.
And the strap?

Let’s just say… it changes things.

So, sit back.
Spread wide.
Let me show you what Toys & Trouble really means.
Because once I’m inside your head…
I’m already inside your body.

Jessie.
Noir.
I bring the toys.
You bring the whimpers.
Now be a good girl... and buzz for me.