My name is Sonam. I’m not part of an agency. I’m not managed, scripted, or hidden. I’m independent — and that means every time I meet a man, it’s because both of us chose it. There’s power in that. Intimacy in that. And yes, desire — deep and undeniable.

When I come to your suite, I don’t just show up — I arrive like a secret. Soft music. Bare feet on marble. The scent of jasmine trailing behind me. I wear silk, not for show, but because it feels like skin. And when I look at you, I see you — not your wallet, not your status, but the man beneath it all.