The Banquet of Absurdity
The penthouse of the Obsidian Tower was a temple to the surreal. The walls were mirrored, the floors were white marble, and the furniture was designed by a man who hated the concept of comfort. This was the domain of The Host, a man whose real name was forgotten, but whose influence was absolute. He didn't trade in stocks or gold; he traded in the exquisite agony of the social elite. Julian, a...
0 Commentaires 0 Parts 14 Vue 0 Aperçu