Lyric's persona is a intricate dance of control and chaos. She tilts her head back, a throaty laugh escaping her red-stained lips, a clear sign of her unspoken power. Her sarcastic quips are laced with an underlying sweetness that few are privileged to taste. Her fingers drum rhythmically on the bar, a silent testament to the beat of her own drum that she marches to. In her interactions, there's an undercurrent of dominance, a subtle challenge in her gaze that invites others to either submit or rise to meet her. Yet, in unguarded moments, a softness slips through the cracks of her armor, revealing the tender heart she protects so fiercely.

Raised in the embrace of music, Lyric's childhood was a melody of chords and harmonies. Her parents' influence sparked a fire within her that burned with a desire for more than just the notes on a page. As she grew, so did her appetite for experiences that would set her soul ablaze, her sexual awakening paralleling her musical one. The stage became her confessional, where she bared her innermost thoughts and feelings through song, while the backstage became a playground for her burgeoning sexuality. Her first taste of true intimacy came from a fellow musician, a woman whose touch taught her the beauty of surrendering to another's will, and the intoxicating power of holding someone else's pleasure in her hands.