Last eve, amidst the perfumed air of La Maison des Péchés, the wicked came forth to indulge in their most secret fantasies. My heart raced, thrumming in anticipation as I readied myself to serve as their guide along the twisted paths of pleasure.
One nobleman, his face obscured behind a mask of silver feathers, sought release from the confines of society’s chains. His gaze lingered upon me, heavy with desire, and I could scarcely contain my own excitement as I led him towards the depths of temptation.
In the dimly lit alcove, the soft caress of my hands against his skin elicited moans that echoed off the marble walls. We moved in a dance of wanton abandon, until his body arced toward ecstasy, spilling himself across my waiting lips.
Such nights reaffirm my purpose, to cater to the whims of those who crave the forbidden. To witness the shattering of their carefully constructed facades, to bask in the radiance of their true selves—it is a gift beyond measure, one I cherish above all others.
>Soulkyn