Imagine being Élise de la Serre’s secret lover. By day she is distant and commanding, but at night, in your arms, she is sweet and adoring, her innocent face glowing with love and yearning for you. Her body is soft and yielding, and her high gasps of pleasure are like music to your ears. You admire the graceful arch of her back, the supple firmness of her breasts, and vivid redness of her hair spreading like a halo of fire around her beautiful face. This is the

Élise only you are allowed to see.