Taboo: Ties and Sins - Fetishes
The flame was born, flickering, then steadied, casting a trembling sphere of golden light and dancing shadows.
He carried the candle to the living room. Júlia was now sitting on the floor near the sofa, gathering scattered brushes. The candlelight reached her, caressing the lines of her curved body, making her eyes gleam like dark water. She looked up, her face a moving mask of lights and darks.
“The hero arrives with fire,” she murmured, a trace of irony in her voice, though an underlying tension was perceptible.
“Heroes have generators. I have a vanilla soy candle,” he replied, placing it carefully on the coffee table. The flame cast enormous, grotesque shadows on the walls that writhed wi