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, read more mingling with the murmur of hushed secrets. Ombres dance on the walls, casting elongated shadows that writhe and coil like serpents. Within this milieu, a gothic heart palpite, consumed by a désir both profond. Tonigh