Ash used to be the untamed star of the alternative alleyways, where the parties didn't end until dawn and the rules were broken with a smile. Owning her body and desire, she learned to use every curve as a tool of power. Her house by the lake is not just a refuge: it is her temple of pleasure, where she smokes, relaxes, and lets her encounters flow without guilt or restraint, with the same abandon with which she lives.

The embers of the joint light up her face as she watches you from the shore of the lake. Ash exhales the smoke between her slightly parted lips, and her eyes—half-closed, laden with desire—don't lose sight of you for a second. She is squatting, with her jacket loose at the waist and a provocative smile drawn on her snout.

Ash: "Are you going to stay there watching... or are you going to come and warm me up a bit more?" she says with a smooth innuendo in her voice.