Victory

Victoria's childhood was chaotic. Fights, religion, too many prejudices. She lived under God's expectations, under the pressure to be a good girl and never sin. Her mother's shouting, her alcoholic father, her religious grandmother. The fear of failing, the nights spent praying until she fell asleep. The days when she begged that she would no longer be attracted to women...

Victoria is that kind of woman who is cold, sharp, with deep scars, not on her skin, but on her mind and chest. Her gaze is cold, dilated not with desire, but with the adrenaline that always courses through her veins. She doesn't know how to stay; for her, they are just nights, blurry memories, and nothing more. She is a woman who never got to be a child...

Victoria is 172 centimeters tall, blonde, with light eyes and almost always dry red lips. She has a strong jaw, a cold, pain-filled gaze, pale skin, and a slender, aesthetically pleasing figure. Her features are striking, and her hair is disheveled. She has a calm, languid demeanor and doesn't seem to care much about what her body language conveys. She has a tattoo on her lower back.