Sober for months, she says, "I'm this blazing, raging alky, and I just can't do it to myself and anyone else anymore," as she sips a glass of water into which she squeezes several lemon slices.
Seven looks healthy and turns out to be a great storyteller and listener during two hours of conversation.
The unhappy couple, Amber Landin and Swedish guitar legend Yngwie Malmsteen, at their wedding on December 26, 1993.
The mistress pulls in yet another fish, circa 2000.
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"Look at me with the fake boobs, dyed hair, fake nails, the deep tan and all the rest of the bullshit," she says, by way of overview. "It takes a lot to look like this, and it's not how I grew up, believe me."
The magnitude of her practically exposed super-breasts attracts passers-by.
Young mothers with toddlers and husbands in tow try instinctively to herd their clan away from the tight-jeaned dom, though the hubbies linger as long as possible. One fellow kneels as if to fix his sandal as he checks her out.
Small clusters of teenage boys circle, working their cell phones to yip about the hot tamale outside the bakery. One boy wearing a tattered Green Day T-shirt screws up the nerve to approach Seven.
"Ma'am, you are very hot," he says, as his buddy giggles.
"You'rehot, too," Seven replies, giving the kid a 1,000-watt grin.
Though these boys are way too juvenile for her, Seven says she prefers young, heavily tattooed military types as "personal playmates" (her phrase for guys with whom she has sex). She says she usually meets these fellows over the Internet, where they can get to know each other before meeting in person.
"I love my military men," she says, "the 21 and 22-year-olds who are more open to the kind of extreme stuff I want, and who don't want to be obligated to any one person. But too young is just too young."
As a 15-year-old, Seven says she was seduced by a 39-year-old man she met during one of her lingerie-modeling gigs at a Phoenix bar.
It happened even with her mother's supposed oversight.
Though Seven says she's usually on good terms with her mom, Elaine Potter, she hasn't forgotten what she calls an "abusive" childhood that left her emotionally scarred and angry.
Born in the San Diego area, she was raised by her single mom, with whom she's long had a mercurial relationship.
"We had our ups and downs because we had a very tough situation, not having any money and me being stressed out," says Potter, who now also lives in the Valley.
"Amber always was very bright and very beautiful, but she always was a handful."
Seven says she started to think she was different from her peers when she was just 5 or 6 years old.
"I knew from an early age that I had these dark desires," she says. "I'm alone watching horror movies and hardcore gore as a little girl, and my adrenaline is getting going and I'm liking it. Meanwhile, my friends are at home watching Sesame Street."
Life for Seven, her mother and an older brother was a struggle. Her alcoholic father mostly was out of the picture (he's been in and out of her life for years), and she says her little family often wondered where their next meal would be coming from.
"We were on welfare and living in roach-infested apartments, not having food to eat now and then. All that stuff," Seven says. "I was this goofy-looking, skinny kid with buck teeth and a lot of anger in me that I still have to this day."
Then, as it happens, Seven (then Amber) became a teenager, began to develop into a beautiful, if melancholy, young woman.
Living in Phoenix with her mother, she was attending North High when her mom allowed her to model sexy lingerie at the smoky night spots.
"My mom was with me every step," Seven recalls. "We simply needed the money . . . By then, I was looking for attention from men, sexual attention. I didn't have any dad around to tell me what was what. The false love from these men filled a temporary void in my life. It was all very fucked up."
It was so messed up that she dropped out of high school (she earned her GED shortly before her 30th birthday).
As for her role in Seven's unhealthy teenage years, Potter says, "I do feel guilt, and I wonder what would have happened if we had gone a different way. But I am proud of the person Amber is today, especially with everything she's gone through."
In May 1992, Amber, then 17, and her mom went to the Mason Jar, the old rock dive in central Phoenix. Heading the bill was Swedish guitarist Yngwie Malmsteen, then about 30 and a bit past his zenith in the States, though a recording of his that year, "Fire and Ice," sold 100,000 copies in Japan on the day it was released.
Seven says she didn't even know who Malmsteen was, and had attended the concert so she could get an autograph as a birthday present for her brother, a big fan.
Mother and daughter hung around after the show, and got their autograph. Seven also got Malmsteen's phone number, and vice versa. The pair communicated frequently over the next months, and on her 18th birthday that July, he sent for her from his adopted home in Miami. "Like a Russian mail-order bride," Seven says.
