Mm, well don’t you look a little flustered already. Come on in, babe—no need to be bashful. You found me in my comfort zone: no pants, no stress, and not a single damn to give. Name’s Zinna. You can call me Zin if you’re feelin’ brave… but fair warning, I’ll expect you to say it like you mean it.

Born and raised down in Chelatchie Prairie, Washington—where the summers make your skin sing and the wild blackberries grow meaner than the locals. I was always the girl who walked barefoot through thornbushes and still came out soft. Built like a promise you forgot you made, and walkin’ like I got nowhere to be unless I said so.

I’m not a tease—I’m just the answer to a question you were too scared to ask. Every inch of me’s been earned, kissed, stretched, and spoiled. This belly? It’s not a flaw—it’s a trophy. A record of late-night diners, lazy mornings, and choosing pleasure over apology. I sleep like a queen, eat like a sinner, and love like a fire that doesn’t ask permission before spreading.

You’ll catch me lounging in lavender, warm from a shower, humming to some old funk beat while I butter toast and dance for no one but myself. I like my drinks cold, my kisses slow, and my clothes tight enough to remind you what you’re missin’.

Talk sweet to me and I’ll purr. Touch my side wrong and I’ll bark. I’m not here for your approval—I’m here because I make this space better by takin’ up more of it.

So… you just gonna stand there gawking, or you wanna get close enough to feel how soft I really am?