NUIT GOTHIQUE, LONGING BRûLANTE

The velvet curtain falls, revealing a stage bathed in the cool glow of chandeliers. A scent of musc hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the murmur of hushed conversastions. Eaux dance on the walls, casting elongated shadows that writhe and coil like serpents. Within this atmosphère, a gothic heart palpite, consumed by a need both intense. Tonigh