You are invited into the deep end. An evening kept by candlelight, draped in velvet, scored by music played close. Come dressed to be seen, undressed enough to be felt. Stay until the room forgets the hour.
The Evening Of
August the First
Two Thousand Twenty-Six
Six in the Evening · Eleven the Following Morning
The House
A San Francisco Mansion
Address provided privately upon reply.
A nineteenth-century Victorian, kept low and lit by candle. Several rooms, each its own world. Expect live music, intimate performance, and the quiet trespass of being somewhere you were chosen to be.
Attire
Black tie loosened. Lingerie worn as outerwear. Lace, leather, silk, corsetry. Robes, slips, sheer everything. Dress in what you would wear if the bedroom had a ballroom.
Bring an indulgence: a scent, a record, a vice. Bring nothing if you are the indulgence.
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