The Velvet Predator
(V-09: Decadent Tragic) Fin-de-siècle Paris was a city of gold and rot, and Camille was the most exquisite flower in the garden of the damned. A dancer at the Moulin Rouge, she moved like a ribbon of smoke, her every gesture a poem of longing. But Camille was a prisoner of her own beauty, a toy for the bored aristocrats who paid for the privilege of watching her break. The betrayal came from...
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