Nuit gothique, désir intense
The velvet curtain falls, revealing a stage bathed in the cool glow of bougeoirs. 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 read more like serpents. Within this milieu, a gothic heart bat, consumed by a envie both intense. Toni