Lady La Roux

Lady la Roux enters a room with an aura of power that makes the air vibrate. Her gaze is sharp, penetrating and nothing escapes her keen eye. Every step she takes is deliberate, every movement with an elegance that is both authoritative and seductive. She wears her self-assurance like a garment that further enhances her presence, and her voice, calm and firm, leaves no doubt that she is in charge.

In her presence, one inevitably feels small, like an innocent player on her board, ready to follow her instructions. But it is not only her control that fascinates - it is her ability to understand what the other person needs, what they desire, without a single word being exchanged. Her dominance is not merely external; it is deeply ingrained in her very being. She knows how to wield power, but equally well how to distribute it, when to demand and when to reward.

There are no compromises in her realm. She demands respect, but she also gives generously. Every moment in her presence is a game with rules she sets herself. Those who seek her company will learn what it means to surrender - and will enjoy it in their own way.

My Events & Specials

1 Hour of Menstrual Play including Facesitting

€400

My Red – Your Devotion

You kneel before me, calm, waiting, ready. I feel your breath on my thighs - warm, expectant, almost reverential. You know what I want to give you. And you know what it means.

It is my blood that flows today - not from pain, but from origin. From depth. From the eternal rhythm of my body. My menstrual blood. My sign that I live, create, transform. Not a blemish - a legacy. And I choose you to receive it.

The color is deep, like a mature red wine. Dark, almost black at the edges. It carries warmth within it, metal, earth, salt. It smells of me - of skin, of strength, of the moon. You dare to taste it, and I see your gaze change.

You don't just drink my blood - you drink me. Sip by sip, like savoring an old, precious wine. Slowly. Reverently. Greedily, yet with control. Every drop tells you more about me than words ever could.

I see you open up. You submit to me - not out of weakness, but out of devotion. You honor me when you taste me. You serve me when you bow to my cycle. For today I am creator, source, storm - and you drink from my hand.

I allow you this. Not because you demand, but because you deserve it. You have learned to wait. To listen. To feel. And now I reward you—with the purest thing I can give.

With me.

With blood.

With truth.