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Mystery & Imagination
Mystery & Imagination
Welcome To
Boudoir Étrange.
Where black panthers elegantly shine as if glazed by moonlight.
Invaluable jewelry sparkles flirtatiously off the body like galaxies while your every need is looked after on a silver platter by butlers and bodyguards in fluffy ostrich feathers.
Glasses kiss holding hands with party guests celebrating your belated arrival. Everyone has been patiently waiting for you.
Are you ready?
I am etherea
étrange.
I was born on October 3rd, 2026. Which would make me a Libra, though I don’t really know what that means. Or whether it suits me. I choose to be a Scorpio. It sounds sexier.
That’s when my heart first started beating. And it started at a HIGH BPM, girl. My goodness, I could not wait to enter Berbel’s world. The Countess helped her to sinch the corset nice and tight around her waist. I felt so gorgeous and fresh. Like a pair of juicy cherries ready for the picking.
The Countess even took the amazing silver waterfall of a necklace you see in the picture off someone else to put it on me. GASP. Scandalous. A little leopard hairpiece with a mysterious lace covering the eye moment added the finishing touch.
There I was. Descended from the Ether into an elegant meeting room. Whispering to Berbel to steal the corset and conquer the world together.
She is unemployed now (living the dream), so we have time to gallivant around the Boudoir exploring our craft. Playing with make-up, writing sultry poetry, digging for gold in the soul. I can’t wait to dream awake Boudoir Étrange so everybody’s true being can be born.
It all started the day Berbel went to a drag make-up workshop led by Eve Fatale and The Countess. Coincidentally, she already knew Eve from a previous drag workshop about a year ago.
In the meantime, Eve had gotten FFS and Berbel had quit her studies so it was a full circle moment of wholesome reflection for the both of them.
There was a rack of costume props for everybody to spruce up and bring life to their drag persona. First, Berbel spotted a fun big pink feather boa. The pinkness of the prop obviously caught her eye immediately, since pink is basically her kryptonite.
Sadly, that was snatched by another queen before she could lay it around her own eager shoulders. With faith in the glamour Gods she rummaged through the rack, knowing full well that the other props brought by the two drag veterinas would not disappoint.
Lo and behold, the gorgeous red corset you see here on the left was lying like a sleeping sloth across the bar of the rack.