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