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Impudique by Charlotte Catanzaro presents : The 7 Deadly Sins
Temptation has never been so irresistible.

For its seventh collection, Impudique delves into the heart of human passions with a lingerie line as bold as it is symbolic: The 7 Deadly Sins.
An ode to sensuality, desire, and self-empowerment — designed to enhance every woman in all her complexity and strength.

Each piece embodies the essence of a sin — Lust, Sloth, Wrath, Greed, Gluttony, Pride, Envy — reimagined through captivating fabrics, provocative cuts, and exceptional detailing.
Hypnotic sheer effects, suggestive faux leather, refined embroidery… nothing is left to chance.

With The 7 Deadly Sins, Impudique once again celebrates the free, sensual woman in full control of her desires.
A collection that is provocative, elegant, and intensely feminine.

Impudique — Bold lingerie for powerful women.

PARESSE (Laziness)

The art of doing nothing... dressed for it.

A perfectly made bed — because the Catanzaro woman loves perfection — and a gaze heavy with desire. Sloth is the promise of a never-ending morning, where you only rise to be devoured again.

The lingerie hugs the body without confining it, accentuates the curve of the lower back, and calls for touch.
The garter belt lies like an invitation to slowness… or to provocation.

It is the sin of those who know that nothing is sexier than waiting.
Being caught between two sighs.
Turning stillness into erotic tension.

Sloth never sleeps. She waits.

COLÈRE (Anger)

Two bodies, one burning tension.

Movements are rough, glances heavy, scratch marks already showing.
The Rage of two women on the verge of explosion.
They tear at each other as much as they crave each other. Between domination and surrender, the fight turns into a game,
conflict transforms into desire.
Lingerie becomes an armor of seduction — a duel of temptation where every strap snaps like a warning.

Colère doesn’t love. She burns. And she consumes you.

LUXURE (Lust)

She cannot be owned, only consumed.

She dances, she sways, she enchants. Luxure is a fire that cannot be extinguished. Her body speaks without filter, her skin calls without shame. Every movement is a promise, every glance a provocation. The lingerie sculpts, reveals, exalts. Sheer where eyes linger, suggestive where imagination runs wild. Luxure asks for nothing. She demands. And no one escapes unscathed.

She is the forbidden fruit everyone longs to taste.

AVARICE (Greed)

Alone, she wants it all.

She reigns over her wealth — a Catanzaro collection, dozens of jewels, whims displayed. But it is never enough. Greed surrounds her, entwines her, chains her in this suffocating luxury. It is not for pleasure. It is to possess.
The lingerie is sumptuous, provocative, covered in sparkling details. Every inch is a declaration of power, every stitch, a conquest.

She does not give herself. She accumulates.

GOURMANDISE (Gluttony)

Too much is never enough.
Ripe fruits, forbidden cakes, champagne flowing over the skin… Gourmandise celebrates excess. Here, everything is meant to be tasted: curves, textures, desires. She indulges in everything, without restraint, without apology.

Lingerie becomes a feast: sweet lace, silky fabrics, irresistible cuts. It melts on the skin like a too-rich cream, savored with the eyes before being relished at the fingertips.

She is never satisfied. She craves more.

ENVIE (Envy)

What I desire… is you.

Two women, two gazes. A burning magnetism, an almost painful tension. Envie is the obsession of longing, the visceral pull, the beauty one wants to possess — or to become. The lingerie embraces both bodies like a shared secret. Mirrors of each other, they watch, brush against, and imagine one another. This sin cannot be spoken. It is lived, in the silence of a breath held.

Envie is the desire that consumes, softly… deliciously.

ORGUEIL (Pride)

She reigns.

She dominates. She shines. Heavy fabric, crumpled bills, a haughty smile. Orgueil does not ask to be seen. She commands attention. With a snap of her heels, she silences the room. Her body is a work of art, her lingerie a manifesto. Revealed, but never offered. Every inch of her screams: “Look at me. But do not come near.” The materials are luxurious, the details outrageous, the poses imperial.

Orgueil never apologizes for being perfect.