Lui Niche Paris – Count
Count’s penetrating and glittering eyes gives a double effect to his manly gesture and in an instant I, Countess, leave my earthly body for somewhere beyond my dreams.
Before remembering the image of his eyes, I retrieve his refreshing perfume. An aroma reminiscent of soaked green timbers, riding on the turbulent waves of the Pacific Ocean. Standing before him is like yielding your heart to the raging waves that grant you thousands or perhaps millions of particles of love and romance. His elegance is the calm after the storm, a pleasing storm which if I be a good fisher, the boat of my heart will be filled with a nice catch of romance.