Nuit gothique, désir intense
The velvet curtain 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. Eaux dance on the walls, casting elongated shadows that writhe and coil like serpents. Within this ambiance, a gothic heart se meut, consumed by a need both intense. Tonight, we