Damansk

The first time I was escorted up to her Budoîs, I thought I was walking into a monochromatic dream with the only light was that of her pale flesh, and the only color, that of her bright red lipstick. Everything in the room was black. Even the candles. Even the light from those candles seems black as I willingly gave up my soul to her. And she took it. Again, and again...