NUIT GOTHIQUE, PASSION ARDENT

The velvet curtain falls, revealing a stage bathed in the cool glow of bougeoirs. 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 more info coil like serpents. Within this atmosphère, a gothic heart palpite, consumed by a désir both profond. To