The time was approaching, she was preparing. He passed a bakelite necklace and stole his mother's coat. He left it casually on the bare skin of one of his shoulders just before entering the door.
The dusty and sensual smell of the skin mixed with the feminine and soothing aroma of his model gave him extreme confidence. I was ready to accept the promise of another great Parisian night.
Red fruits, iris, patchouli: a delicious and addictive agreement.
