Nuit gothique, désir intense
The velvet curtain falls, revealing check here a stage bathed in the cool glow of lanternes. A scent of patchouli hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the murmur of hushed conversastions. Ombres dance on the walls, casting elongated shadows that writhe and coil like serpents. Within this milieu, a gothic heart bat, consumed by a désir both irrés