On that fateful mid-summer's evening, Charles and I stand in the grand foyer of the resurrected DeLacio estate, sharing an anticipatory look as we prepare to unveil our empire of uninhibited passions.
"Are you prepared, my feral enchantress?" Charles rumbles, eyes smoldering. "Tonight, we rip the veil from these depraved new realms and let the shockwaves ripple out unrestrained."
I grin wickedly. "And revel in the howls of mortified dismay from every stuffed shirt in the art world, no doubt."
"Precisely." He trails a teasing finger along my jawline. "Their desperate clinging to vapid propriety is about to be undone by our defiant immersion into the most primal and intoxicating indulgences."
The loud creak of the manor's iron gates suddenly cuts through the tension. I peer out to see t
