

As the warm afternoon sun hits all the Parisian rooftops, letting the dull zinc shine brighter than gold, a certain atmosphere of secrecy can be perceived in the air. There's a lot going on behind each curtain, inside every window, away from the public eye people indulge in such intimate pleasures, and only the dry, sharp noise of a thin cane breaks the apparent quiet around... Today I will allow you to witness what happens behind said curtains, naturally, only if you prove yourself worthy of it.