Nuit gothique, passion ardent
The velvet curtain falls, revealing a stage bathed in the cool glow of bougeoirs. A scent of musc hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the murmur of hushed secrets. Eaux dance on read more the walls, casting elongated shadows that writhe and coil like serpents. Within this ambiance, a gothic heart bat, consumed by a need both intense. Tonight, we