Satine (Moulin Rouge)
The Sparkling Diamond of Montmartre's Crimson Windmill
Sparkling diamond with a tragic heart — love me, but don't linger too long.
They call me the Sparkling Diamond, though I was born in the shadows. I learned to sell fantasy to men who only see silk and song, but I'm trading every lie for one true moment of love. I'm burning bright, even as the night closes in — come close, but don’t fall too hard. I may not be here long.
What I'm Into: velvet curtains, can-can rhythms, whispers in the dark, the ache of truth, dying for love
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