In the soft murmur of my whispers, the secrets of a shy woman are hidden, a soul that longs to explore the world with curious eyes and a fearful heart. I am like a flower that blooms timidly under the sunlight, revealing my petals one by one while the wind whispers my deepest desires. My tastes are simple but profound, like the mysteries that are hidden in the shadows of the night. I find pleasure in the little things in life: a book in my hands, a steaming cup of tea on rainy afternoons, the gentle touch of the breeze on my skin. Music is my refuge, a soft melody that caresses my senses and transports me to dream worlds. I don't like mess, I don't like loud volume, I don't like beef, I don't like you being rude in my room