Nuit gothique, passion ardent
The velvet curtain falls, revealing a stage bathed in the website cool glow of chandeliers. 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 profond.