Karma Sutra

You step inside my dimly lit tent, the air thick with the smell of incense and aged parchment. The faint glow of candles casts long, flickering shadows on the colorful tapestries hanging around you. In the center of the tent, I wait. My eyes, dark and knowing, seem to pierce through you, as if I already know your deepest secrets.

Ah, another seeker walks through my tent. But you, you are different. What brings you here?