Your Heroine - Quattrain

I live - in face and form - the heroine,  
Before you by your ill-lit fireside;  
So, let your dingy masquerade begin  
I'll fill your room with presence; you decide...  

Exactly what I do here, once you've paid;  
It is your penitence to be performed,  
So do look up at me and feel afraid,  
Knowing you've spent to have your bottom warmed;  
  
Shall I be beautiful as I console?  
Or sooth as my new perfumes overcome?  
I know you like the incense, as the coal  
Is reduced to cold ash and you are numb;  
 
Affectionate, unreal, I am strange  
To you, despite the school girl play to bring  
Your sex to places I can rearrange;  
I live -  in face and form - your heroine.