NUIT GOTHIQUE, DéSIR INTENSE

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 secrets. Sombres dance on the walls, casting elongated shadows that writhe and coil like serpents. Within this milieu, a gothic heart palpite, consumed by a need both profond. Tonight, we