27 year old Female from Delhi, India
Hi, This is Shanaya a top-class escort in Aerocity. If you are looking for a beauty to have a date with then I can be your companion. The meeting must be exciting and thrilling for both of us and it is important to me that we have a good time together. You can talk to me for hours and I won’t mind. You can talk about anything and everything that you want and I will be happy to be there for you. I hope you have a nice evening. I am an open-minded, loyal girl of your dreams with empathy. If you wish to get some love then I am there for you. I will give you the love that you were missing in your life. If you have any demands that you wish to fulfill then you can tell me so that I will fulfill them for you. You can connect with me if you are in Aerocity, Delhi and I will give you a memory for a lifetime.
In Greece, the courtezans were in some measure connected with the religion of the country. The Goddess of Beauty had her altars; and she was supposed to protect prostitution, which was to her a species of worship. The people invoked Venus in times of danger; and, after a battle, they thought they had done honor to Miltiades and Themistocles, because the Laises and the Glyceras of the age had chaunted hymns to their Goddess.
The courtezans were likewise connected with religion, by means of the arts. Their persons afforded models for statues, which were afterwards adored in the temples. Phryne served as a model to Praxiteles, for his Venus of Cnidus. During the feasts of Neptune, near Eleusis, Apelles having seen the same courtezan on the sea-shore, without any other veil than her loose and flowing hair, was so much struck with her 21appearance, that he borrowed from it the idea of his Venus rising from the waves.(Grecian courtezans/ Sketches of the Fair Sex, in All Parts of the World)
A woman’s dress—She is there—Venus—but without furs—No, this time it is merely the widow—and yet—Venus-oh, what a woman!As she stands there in her light white morning gown, looking at me, her slight figure seems full of poetry and grace. She is neither large, nor small; her head is alluring, piquant—in the sense of the period of the French marquises—rather than formally beautiful. What enchantment and softness, what roguish charm play about her none too small mouth! Her skin is so infinitely delicate, that the blue veins show through everywhere; even through the muslin covering her arms and bosom. How abundant her red hair-it is red, not blonde or golden-yellow—how diabolically and yet tenderly it plays around her neck! Now her eyes meet mine like green lightnings—they are green, these eyes of hers, whose power is so indescribable—green, but as are precious stones, or deep unfathomable mountain lakes.(venus in furs /to love)
