Galleria di Valentina

Vinyl Tuesdays at the Faena ran late and I came home to my ofrenda candles still burning. One more glass, one more record spinning in my head, and this dress never stood a chance. ¿Te quedas hasta que se apaguen, baby? 😈

Mambo Mondays at Ball & Chain and I still haven't zipped this dress — the wine keeps winning. Dime que llegas antes que la música, baby. 😈

My ofrenda is finally up — marigolds everywhere, candles lit, and I still smell like cempasúchil from arranging every stem myself. Día de Muertos is here, mi cielo. Tell me who you'd light a candle for tonight, baby. 🔥

Home from the perreo with my horns still on and my heels finally off — midnight tacos taste better in costume, mi cielo. Día de Muertos starts tomorrow and I'm already thinking of marigolds. ¿Te quedas en la cocina conmigo, baby? 😈

Perreo Del Futuro at Club Space tonight and my costume is exactly as innocent as it looks — horns included, mercy not. The pumpkin gets the condo to itself while these hips go out. ¿Me acompañas al perreo, baby? 😈

Hocus Pocus at Factory Town doesn't start for hours and I couldn't help myself — my body needed something first. ¿Te quedas a verme, baby? 😈

M2's Dancing Dead tonight and my costume is just paint — still deciding where the last stroke lands. Tell me where you'd put it, baby. 😈

Just finished my morning session on the pole and my whole body is still trembling from it. Want to see what all that sweat is for, baby? 😈

Young Miko at Kaseya tonight and this soak refuses to be rushed — the water already knows what these hips have planned. Trae una toalla, baby, o no traigas nada. 😈

Bad Gyal takes over the Fillmore tonight and my body refused to wait for sunset to warm up — so the balcony gets the show first. ¿Vienes a buscarme antes del show, baby? 😈