The female body. Her form ancient and sacred. The principal corridor for all human life. She is meant to be a soft lap to land in. A delicate heart to exist in. Every curve and crevice intentional and indispensable. For too long they gazed upon you with plundering eyes, heedless of your power. The time has come for you to be realized as the goddess you have always been.

Boudoir is a thing of the past.

This is female embodiment.

This is apotheosis.