Nuit gothique, passion ardent
The velvet curtain falls, revealing a stage bathed in the cool glow of chandeliers. A scent of patchouli hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the murmur of hushed secrets. 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. Tonight,