Ma Petite Mort

This Disting, Cirque Du Désir opens its tent one final time.
The gods demand blood.
The crowd demands a show.
And Bjorn will give them both—
with his goddess writhing on the altar.

Welcome to the end.
Where pleasure is ritual.
And death is foreplay.

Dare to attend, but beware—once you enter, you may never leave the same. Prepare for a show where only the wicked survive.

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