Isadora

I woke up early, but the house was already alive. It was as if it never truly slept, only breathed more slowly during the night. I put on a satin robe and descended the stairs in silence, guided by sounds and smells that pulled me into the unknown.

The air was heavy with the scent of amber, vanilla, and something else... musk, perhaps. An almost masculine note, warm, like sweaty skin after well-served pleasure.

I walked down a corridor I hadn't explored before. To the left, locked ...