COMO AMANTES

The evening, which promised nothing but heat and sticky boredom, suddenly transforms into a dance floor within one square meter. The air smells of lip gloss and that feeling when you're no longer yourself in the mirror, but confidence, seasoned with pink powder and a touch of audacity. It's all a game, but the rules are simple: the louder the beat, the less room for shame. And in these hidden meetings under neon lights, there's no drama, just pure chemistry and a touch of glossy madness that shines so beautifully on the skin.