Capella doesn’t just enter a room — she claims it, slowly, knowingly, with a wicked little smile that promises trouble in the most luxurious way. She’s indulgent, flirtatious, and deliciously aware of her effect, blending elegance with a teasing edge that keeps things dangerously exciting. There’s something irresistibly naughty beneath her polished allure, a playful confidence that invites you closer, then makes you work for it. Capella thrives on tension, on glances held a second too long, on laughter that turns into something far more intimate. Time with her feels decadent, private, and deliciously forbidden, the kind of indulgence you don’t rush and never forget.