NUIT GOTHIQUE, LONGING BRûLANTE

The velvet curtain falls, revealing a stage bathed in the cool glow of bougeoirs. A scent of patchouli hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the murmur of hushed conversastions. Ombres dance on the walls, casting elongated shadows that writhe and coil like serpents. here Within this ambiance, a gothic heart bat, consumed by a envie both irrésistib