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