Through the haze of opiate smoke, you see a pair of golden eyes, thickly lined with kohl. He waits beyond the veils, he beckons with a flash of gilded fingernails, a flash of crooked smile. Come and sit, his smile says, and you follow mindlessly, drifting on a sea of luscious sound.

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