Translucent gown clings to her spectral curves as she drifts through the misty London night, streetlamps casting long shadows on bare trees and the iconic clock tower. Pale hands reach out while her mouth parts in anticipation, lips hovering near unseen heat in the fog-shrouded street. She leans into the haze with knees bent slightly, gown trailing over her legs, embodying Victorian mouth pleasures from the gentlemans hidden accounts. Ethereal body twists toward the warm amber light, mouth opening wider as the dim room envelops her form completely. Fog swirls around her parted lips, drawing in the nights unscrupulous headlamp enjoyments until the glow consumes everything.