20 Questions: An Interview with Ivy Yveline

1. What’s something you can’t resist?

Intelligent banter, a well-tailored suit, and someone who knows how to pour 1800 Tequila without asking, “Ice or neat?” Intelligence is foreplay, darling, and nothing hooks me faster than someone who knows how to play with words. Add in a suit that fits like a sin and a tequila bottle that’s older than both of us combined, and you’ve got my undivided attention. The devil isn’t always in the details; sometimes, it’s in the smirk of someone who knows they’ve already won me over.

2. If you could have dinner with any historical figure, who would it be?

Casanova. Just to see if his reputation holds up… and maybe steal a few lines. Imagine the two of us in a candlelit room, velvet curtains drawn, exchanging verbal thrusts like swords at dawn. I’d ask him if seduction is more art or science, if vulnerability was ever his undoing, and if he’s as good at listening as he is at… other things. Then I’d leave him with the check and a haunting sense that, for the first time, someone got the upper hand.

3. What’s your most dangerous habit?

Telling the truth when silence would’ve been the wiser choice. That, and playing with fire—literally and metaphorically. I’ve always had a flair for saying the quiet part out loud, even when it makes people squirm in their overpriced chairs. And let’s not even talk about my fascination with matches. There’s something poetic about watching something beautiful burn, whether it’s paper, bridges, or someone’s carefully constructed ego.

4. What turns you on instantly?

Confidence without arrogance, eye contact that feels illegal, and someone who doesn’t flinch when I test their limits. Confidence isn’t loud—it’s not in the bragging or the posturing. It’s in the way someone holds eye contact just a second too long, in the steady hand pouring a glass of 1800 Tequila, and in the quiet refusal to back down when the stakes get interesting. Test me. Chase me. But don’t you dare bore me.

5. What’s the sexiest part of a person?

The mind. If you can undress me with your words, the rest is just logistics. Anyone can master the mechanics of seduction, but if you want to leave fingerprints on my soul, you better know how to keep me hooked with conversation alone. Wit, curiosity, and the courage to dive headfirst into topics most people skim over—now that’s foreplay. Everything else? That’s dessert.

6. What’s a secret talent you have?

I can untangle any necklace knot. I approach chaos with patience—except in the bedroom. There’s something deeply satisfying about coaxing stubborn tangles into submission, about working with something delicate and intricate until it bends to your will. Patience is a skill, and chaos is a playground. But let’s be clear—while I’m gentle with jewelry, I’m rarely that forgiving elsewhere.

7. Best compliment you’ve ever received?

“You’re the kind of trouble they warn good boys about.” It wasn’t just the words, it was the way they were said—half admiration, half exasperation, and entirely true. Trouble isn’t about destruction; it’s about disruption. It’s about walking into someone’s world, tilting it off its axis, and making them realize they never really lived until now. I’m not here to be anyone’s safety net—I’m the storm they’ll never forget.

8. Describe your ideal night in three words.

Tequila. Wit. Sin. Start with a bottle of 1800 Tequila—neat, because we’re adults here. Follow it with conversation sharp enough to cut glass, the kind where words drip slow and dangerous, and end the night in the kind of chaos that leaves scratches, smudges, and absolutely no regrets.

9. What’s something you’ve done that you’d never admit in polite company?

Polite company rarely survives five minutes with me, so I suppose I’d admit everything eventually. Politeness is for tea rooms and passive-aggressive holiday cards—I prefer my conversations raw and my secrets spilled over late-night tequila shots. But let’s just say there are private jets, questionable decisions, and a few international borders involved.

10. If you could be any fictional character, who would you be?

Selina Kyle—sharp claws, killer heels, and zero apologies. She walks that tightrope between chaos and control, danger and desire. She knows when to scratch, when to purr, and when to walk away without looking back. There’s something deeply intoxicating about owning every room you step into, whether you’re in latex or silk.

11. What’s your guilty pleasure?

Making innocent people blush. It’s a sport, really. There’s a particular kind of satisfaction in watching someone squirm under a well-placed comment, a lingering glance, or a loaded silence. It’s not cruelty—it’s art. And everyone’s a willing participant, whether they admit it or not.

12. How do you make someone unforgettable?

Leave them with a scar—emotional or otherwise. It’s not about the grand gestures; it’s about the moments that linger. A whispered secret in a crowded room, a fleeting touch that feels like electricity, a goodbye that doesn’t feel final. People forget perfection—they never forget chaos.

13. What’s the boldest thing you’ve ever worn?

My attitude. Everything else is just fabric. You can wrap yourself in lace, silk, or scandal, but nothing is sexier than wearing your unapologetic self like armor. Clothes can be removed. Confidence stays.

14. If someone wanted to seduce you, what’s the best approach?

Start with intelligence, follow with confidence, and end with silence. I’ll do the talking. Seduction isn’t about grand gestures—it’s about subtlety, about knowing when to lean in and when to pull away. The best seducers know that the most powerful weapon isn’t touch—it’s restraint.

15. What’s your love language?

Sarcasm and thigh-high stockings. One keeps the conversation sharp, the other keeps the night interesting. Sarcasm isn’t just wit—it’s foreplay. It’s the art of saying exactly what you mean while pretending you didn’t mean it at all. And thigh-high stockings? They’re not just lingerie; they’re a declaration. They say, “I planned this. Every inch of this.” Love, for me, is in the banter that leaves us breathless, the stolen glances that feel like inside jokes, and the moments of stillness where the teasing stops and something raw takes over. Forget flowers—send me sharp one-liners and silk stockings. Trust me, they last longer.

16. How do you know when you’ve got someone hooked?

When they start stuttering over words they used to say with confidence. When silence feels heavy, eye contact lingers too long, and they forget what they were about to say. It’s in the way their breathing shifts when I lean in just a little closer, or how they glance at my mouth when I’m talking—like they’re not sure whether to listen or to kiss me. The most telling sign? When they overthink everything they’re saying, trying to keep up with me, but their words still trip over themselves like teenagers sneaking home past curfew. It’s adorable, honestly, watching someone realize they’re a little too deep—and it’s far too late to swim back to shore.

17. What’s your biggest turn-off?

Indecision. Choose the tequila. Choose the words. Choose me—or don’t. But please, make a choice. Nothing makes my eyes glaze over faster than someone who dances around decisions like they’re stepping barefoot on broken glass. If you want me, want me fully. If you don’t, say so. Half-measures and hesitation aren’t sexy—they’re exhausting. Confidence doesn’t mean always being right; it means being bold enough to make a move. So, order the 1800 Tequila, tell me exactly what you want, and do it with the kind of conviction that makes me lean back and think, “Well, now you’ve got my attention.”

18. What’s a piece of advice you’d give your younger self?

Stop apologizing. And for God’s sake, wear the red lipstick. Regret looks worse than smudged makeup. I’d tell her to take up space, to stop shrinking herself to make other people comfortable. I’d remind her that power isn’t about being liked—it’s about being respected. Wear the damn outfit. Take the damn risk. Kiss the person who made your stomach flip and say the thing you think might ruin everything—because sometimes, ruin is the only way to build something worth keeping. And whatever you do, never, ever water yourself down for someone who couldn’t handle the full dose.

19. What’s the wildest place you’ve ever… you know?

Somewhere with cameras. Somewhere with consequences. Somewhere worth remembering. Wild isn’t about location—it’s about timing, risk, and who’s watching… or almost watching. A penthouse balcony under a star-soaked sky, a forbidden corner at a gala, or somewhere that felt like we had five minutes before someone would come looking. Wild is about how long you can hold your breath while hoping you don’t get caught—and whether or not you secretly want to be. But let’s just say this: the wildest place wasn’t where we were—it was the look in their eyes when they realized I wasn’t stopping.

20. Finish this sentence: The world needs more…

Unapologetic women, seductive literature, and people brave enough to lose themselves in both. The world needs more people who speak like poets and kiss like sinners, who aren’t afraid to be too much in a world constantly asking them to be less. We need books that leave us breathless, stories that taste like salt and skin, and people who lean into love and chaos with reckless abandon. Because the world isn’t suffering from a lack of resources—it’s suffering from a lack of courage. And if more of us stopped apologizing for taking up space, for being loud, raw, and dangerously alive, maybe the world would start to feel a little less beige.

Curiosity is sexy. Keep asking questions.

🖤 Flirt. Sting. Repeat. 🖤