
In this chamber of indulgence, where velvet whispers secrets and gilded carvings mock the mundane, one cannot help but ponder: are we mere spectators of our own luxury, or have we fashioned a prison of exquisite taste?
In this chamber of indulgence, where velvet whispers secrets and gilded carvings mock the mundane, one cannot help but ponder: are we mere spectators of our own luxury, or have we fashioned a prison of exquisite taste?