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