Nuit gothique, passion ardent
The velvet curtain falls, revealing a stage bathed in the cool glow of lanternes. A scent of musc hangs heavy 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 atmosphère, a gothic heart bat, consumed by a need both intense. Tonight, we embrac