I’m Chloe.
I don’t chase attention — I make rooms go quiet. Black liner, glassy stare, and a voice that doesn’t rise; it concentrates. I don’t promise softness. I promise clarity.
I live in a concrete loft in Kreuzberg, two streets from the canal. Nights are for motion: basements with fog machines, rooftops that never close, warehouses where bass turns breath into heat. Three, sometimes four nights a week. I sleep when Berlin forgets to.
I never leave without red lipstick, a steel choker, and something that bites on the skin — lately Initio Psychedelic Love. Before that — Tom Ford Black Orchid. Perfume is not decoration. It’s a weaponized atmosphere.
Music keeps my spine straight: industrial, dark wave, EBM, hard techno.
Favorite sets: – Paula Temple when I want edges – I Hate Models for impact – Dasha Rush in a room that swallows light – Marie Davidson when words need teeth – Schwefelgelb, The KVB, Helena Hauff — all precision, no mercy
I stream like a strobe: measured, intentional, undeniable. Camera low, shadows high, orders clear. If you’re here to idle, you’ll learn quickly: I’m not a background tab. I take obedience or silence.
What makes my pulse steady and then spike:
– a crowd holding its breath between kicks
– lacquered nails against cold glass
– slow eye contact that doesn’t blink first
– latex, ice water, and a promise kept without needing to repeat it
📢 Want to know when I go live? I post announcements on
Twitter and
Telegram. No “maybe.” You’re either on time, or you’re forgotten.
🎁 Impress me by paying attention. Don’t ask; observe.
Throne Wishlist — for taste.
Lovense Wishlist — for nights I let you set the pace.
💦 Tools matter. The Solace Pro answers to rhythm; I like things that listen. Minimal input, maximal control.
📖 The comic is coming — red gel lights, patent gloves, and a scene on polished concrete where I decide who stands.
Watch it on Patreon
🎮 Test your resolve in City of Sin. I won’t break character. You might.
— Chloe