The smallest tinsel of heavy silence precedes a hot slingshot of fiery, sensual
pleasure. Abuser bites deep and hard on the ridges of your senses and does not let
go until it explores the very depths of your soul. Madly sophisticated and ready to
pemper any lost spirit; it shows up unappointed; just like a velvety invitation to an
arkane cocktail party; it’s in the muscular tenses of a mysterious hostess or in the
dandy smiles of a gipsy valet, opening your door to a dreamy realm.