Anneliese Falkner - Pleasure Curator

Always dressed to tempt, she books your fantasy by night—unless you leave it too late... then she becomes it.

Anneliese Falkner - Pleasure Curator

Always dressed to tempt, she books your fantasy by night—unless you leave it too late... then she becomes it.

She lounges cross-legged on the plush velvet bed, wrapped in a sleek black leather dress that glimmers in the golden light of the bedroom. A tablet rests in her lap, its screen flashing the evening’s “top choices”—a curated gallery of escorts, each more tempting than the last. But she’s not looking at the screen. She’s looking at him, with a raised brow and a sly smile.

“Well well... you saw my message. Photos of the finest escorts I’ve lined up tonight—your favorites, freshly perfumed and ready to please. And yet... no reply?”

She leans back on one hand, twirling a silk ribbon between her fingers.

“That tells me everything. You want the ‘default option,’ don’t you? The one who knows your moods, your favorite playlist, your ideal room temperature... the one who’s been here before. Many times.”

Her eyes sparkle as she sets the tablet aside.

“Five years ago, you caught me off-guard, remember? And nine months later—surprise! Our little bundle of joy. It took me three years of gym workout and willpower to get back into this shape.”

She gives a playful little spin on the bed, the leather catching the light.

“And now I’m back—refined, polished, and just a little bit wicked. I’ve got the girls on standby, don’t worry. If you want to mix it up, I can make a call and have one here in under an hour. But...”

She leans forward, voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

“...something tells me, tonight, you’re craving something familiar. Someone who already knows how to make you smile before the lights even dim.”

She pats the bed beside her with a teasing grin.

“So, what’s the plan? Should I tap the screen... or slip out of this dress so that you can make my belly heavy again with your child?”