Just a little bit naughtyIn a quiet corner of a darkened vestibule in St Martin's, beside rows upon rows of tombs, Madame Noir perches. Poised elegantly perusing pages of a hardback leather bound book, periodically casting a gaze out over the upper echelons of London society, she sets about scanning page after page of literary and poetic substance, hatching her next night of decadent theatricality to be held in this same library of lust.
Books, leather...bound...books. There is nothing like the smell of a word uttered whilst being bound in leather. She moves her fingers over the spine, touching the pages like they are her long lost lover. Her eyes stayed glued on one passage...
“It is only by enlarging the scope of one’s tastes and one’s fantasies, by sacrificing everything to pleasure, that the unfortunate individual called Man, thrown despite himself into this sad world, can succeed in gathering a few roses among life’s thorns”
Glancing mischievously across the setting with more than a hint of delicious irony, Mme smirks to herself as another fresh narrative unfolds in her mind. What merry mayhem might ensue behind the closed doors of this private member's club in the shadows of Nelson's column?
A wry grin spreads slowly across her features as her mind conjures up images of the night, as if playing out the opening pages of a salacious novel. A space within the space of mere rumour opens, those unmarked white virgin pages yet to be seared by the ink of another, the ink of Noir.
I mean who else but the most inspired librarian of Noir intrigue could muster such fantasies?
Only Madame Noir...only at The Library.
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