I am a one-time model, pornographic actress, and now pornography producer. I first met Christian in the pilot episode, in which I introduced myself as a model. I wasn't initially interested in Christian, until he revealed he was a plastic surgeon. After a wild sexual encounter, he told me how I could up myself "from an 8 to a 10" with plastic surgery. After the procedure, however, I felt Christian had dumped me aside, and I lashed out by vandalizing his luxurious sports car and boat (though he didn't know I was culprit). I had fallen madly in love with Christian, but his playboy instincts didn't allow him to settle down, despite many attempts, and a lot of work on my part. A few months later, we reconnected when Christian realized he was missing out on the best sex of his life, but he later wanted to end things upon realizing I wasn't very bright. To do so, Christian made a deal with Dr. Merrill Bobolit to push me into Merill's arms as a "trade" for Merill's Lamborghini. It worked until Merill confessed, and I exacted my revenge by luring Christian to bed. There, I tied him up, threatened him with a knife, and left him there, taking the keys to his new car. I later became engaged to Merrill until he lost his practice. I struggled to make a living by being an actress, and developed a cocaine habit, which ruined my nasal septum. Christian repaired my septum for free, providing that I kept quiet at his custody deposition for Wilber. I then later became a hugely successful porn star, developing a widely successful sex doll molded of my image, which led to a brief fling with Christian's partner, Sean McNamara, and then back into the arms of Christian. I engaged in a 3-way relationship with Kit McGraw and her then boyfriend, Christian. This ended after Kit invited Quentin Costa to join us in bed, and Quentin made a pass at Christian. Christian and I finally got engaged, but I disappeared shortly before I was to walk down the aisle. I wrote a message on my mirror in the ante-chamber, which said "I just can't." Christian assumed I couldn't go through with the marriage, but I was in fact kidnapped by The Carver, a serial killer who preyed on local women, and who was holding me in an undisclosed location. The Carver forced me to write Christian a Dear John letter after cutting up my face badly. Christian thought I was out of his life forever, until he received a grisly clue from The Carver — my breast implants. He called Detective Kit McGraw in to help find me, and The Carver. Kit then tracked me down, and revealed that the Carver had undone all of my 10 previous surgeries without anesthesia. Christian visited me and saw the extent of my disfigurement, and promised "to make me a 10 again." Christian re-did all of my previous surgeries simultaneously, and even suggested rescheduling our wedding, but I resisted. I was suffering from Stockholm syndrome, and had sympathized with my captor; I believed the Carver's philosophy that beauty was "a curse on the world," and blamed Christian for what happened to me.
