Laying on a chaise lounge in your finest lingerie. You ring your little bell (ting a ling a ling). Your love slave enters the room dressed in only a loin cloth. He carries an array of fruits. Readily awaiting to fulfill your wishes.
(Hey! I certainly wouldn't turn him down)
Fragrances of cherry blossoms combined with muguet, red apple, peach and hints of blonde wood and tamarind. Our version of Victoria Secret's Love Spell.
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