A Quiet Beauty
Fenix sits in the corner of The Duck, her back against the wall, one booted foot crossed over the other. A gin rests lightly in her hand, the glass catching the dim light. She is petite and striking, with pale blonde hair framing a face too composed to give anything away.
She doesn’t speak much, doesn’t invite anyone into her world. Her eyes glance across the room but settle nowhere, making connection feel both impossible and unnecessary. Whatever thoughts she carries, they’re hers alone.
The Pleasure of the Pub
Soho’s pubs, The Duck and The King of Bohemia, are her usual haunts. At The Duck, she chooses a quiet corner booth or leans against the bar, her stillness a contrast to the lively noise around her. At The King of Bohemia, she sits with her legs crossed near the window, watching the street as if it’s part of a story only she can read.
In these spaces, she engages in small rituals—private moments that seem at odds with their surroundings. Her quiet acts of self-pleasure are never ostentatious but always deliberate, a reminder that she belongs to no one but herself. These are not performances, but expressions of her Tyburn nature, her body and spirit attuned to the raw, unapologetic sensuality of her origins.
A Solitary Soul
Fenix is not shy, but she does not invite conversation. If words are exchanged, it’s because she has chosen to speak. There’s no warmth or hostility, just the simplicity of interaction when it suits her. She operates at a distance that others instinctively respect, her silence doing more to shape the room than words ever could.
Her beauty—her slim, well-proportioned frame and the deliberate ease of her movements—draws attention, but never the kind that feels reciprocal. She is present, entirely self-contained, and completely indifferent to the impressions she leaves behind.
An Inspiring Flame
There is something about Fenix, though—something hidden, something unique. It isn’t just her composure or her reserve, or even the rituals that set her apart. It’s the bright fire burning behind her deep blue eyes, a flame that lights the very space around her with an unspoken optimism.