SET behind soft brunette hair decorated with amber stands, the deep intensity of her eyes follows warm hues to rest upon ambrosial breasts. True to form, the image of Natalia Felix featured in these undertones heralds the ideal incarnate. Whether heir to the goddess or her twilit archrival, she is the road that leads back to Rome. And while true, only the wise know that the saying goes to the Temple of Venus. These days the wine flows from two goddesses atop Velian Hill.

Beyond her captivating appearance there is the exquisite persona of Natalia. This whole presentation is the secret beauty of the archetype. In musings that pass with equal grace along diary pages and down hidden corridors, she carries intrigue along amorous whispers and to superior heights. Her interests in the fine arts, world history, museum curation, and travel showcase a sterling refinement that abounds both face-to-face and side-by-side.

From affinities for grand escapades to her attentiveness in the finest details of romance, the boundary between intention and intuition blur to a resounding symphony. In these very special ways of the heart and surpassing talent in the art of passion, the beauty of her name comes into full view. Yet as the curtains lift around her, she wraps herself anew in the lush velvet to preserve that secret aspect of the goddess. Of course, in this scarlet cloak she also preserves the name of desire.