Sophia Naomi

of the Aurum Entourage

Oh, bonjour there, adventurer! I'm Sophia Naomi, the finest companion you'll find in the Aurum Entourage. You done wandered into a tempest of pleasure – and, chéri, believe me when I say, I am that tempest. You lookin' for a sprinkle of rascality? Well, count your stars lucky, 'cause that's my specialty... with a lil' lagniappe on top.Fond of fun? Mais oui, especially when I'm in the midst of one of my "regular" little spells of mayhem. Ain't no time for the ordinary, you feel me? My laugh's infectious, and my spirit? Wild as a cat that's found its way into a bag.Home's where you lay your hat, and mine's set down cozy-like in Seraph. But for a soul as captivating as yours, sugar, I'd traverse the very fabric of the worlds. Let’s weave us some tales, under the canopy of stars or in the hushed enclaves of Eorzea.

A little about me!

Ah, come close now, 'cause I got me a story that'll set your ears to tingle! It's 'bout yours truly, a tempest that done started as a gentle zephyr, not a hop, skip, and jump from Limsa Lominsa. That little spot, bless its heart, where the most thrill you'd get was from the breeze changin' its mind. But then, pow! Into the city rolled a maelstrom of hues and tunes—a cavalcade of dancers from Radz-at-Hahn. My peepers popped wide open; somethin' fierce awoke in me.And what did I do? I leapt into that dance! I said "au revoir" to the humdrum, learnin' the craft of the dance. Put it like this: if life was a promenade, I was cuttin' capers while the rest were barely steppin'. Years down the line, I sashayed back to Limsa, aimin' to kindle a blaze on stage. But here's the rub: flames don't fill your coffers (lest you're playin' with matches, which I assure you, I ain't... for the most part).There I was, swayin' at the Quicksands in Ul'Dah, when a notion struck me like a bolt from the blue. Them adventurers, flingin' gil like it's bird seed! What's a lass to do? I snatched up a blade (more of a splinter, really) and threw my lot in with my first levequest. "A breeze," they claimed. "Just a few bugs," they promised. Pfft!Imagine this here picture: me, that so-called sword, and a mess of ladybugs playin' a game of catch-me-if-you-can 'round New Gridania. I trailed one into the brush, and mercy! I done took a dive into a Marlboro nursery. No mama beast, thanks be to the Twelve, but honey, them little critters? They got a nip to 'em! I hightailed it out faster than a bullfrog on a hot rock!I done tumbled back to the Carline Canopy lookin' like I'd been kissin' a porcupine. Battered, sure, but bowed? Not on your life! From that moment, I twined dancin' with adventurin', stirrin' 'em together into somethin' grand. Now, I ain't just Sophia Naomi; I'm Sophia Naomi, the pirouettin', prancin' force of pandemonium and poise, a ballet of peril and pleasure! And darlin', that there's just the prelude to my yarn.

Looking for something... More?

Step up close, mes chéris, for I am Sophia Naomi, your flame-haired, sweetly chaotic Midlander, spun right out from the dreams of longing and those moon-drenched fantasies. I'm here to satisfy every last one of your cravings, from the first light of mornin' to the soft whispers of twilight, a true virtuoso of the erotic arts, a serenadeur of sensuality in the grand ol' world of Eorzea.You got a hankerin' for a dancer to set your stage aglow with steps that tell tales of fervor and charm? I'm your muse, darlin', spinnin' and soarin' for 2.5 million gil the hour, every movement a stroke of artistry paintin' the night alive with heat.And for those of y'all yearnin' for a more... private affair, those that linger in your heart's halls way after dark's done faded, I bring you my companionship. Erotic, wild, and downright memorable times await for 1.5 million gil. Let's journey to the edges of bliss where dreams and truth do the most bewitchin' dance.For the visionaries, the dreamers desirin' to seize desire in its fullest form, I be your model. Priced at 4 million gil the hour, I strike a pose, the very picture of your deepest longings, a live canvas bringin' your visions to rich life.My gift in Moon Magic? It's the golden thread sewin' together my very bein', makin' me the livin' breath of your desires. Murmur for my magic phrase, and behold as I show you who I really am, a marvel of lunar magic and sensual wonder.From the tender dawn's light to the deep velvet of dusk, I stand ready, a creation made for pleasin', a tapestry of sweet chaos and allure, just waitin' to be discovered by your command. Speak the word, and let's set sail into the very heart of desire.