Chambre 04

Room 04 is not a place, but a state of the body brought to a fever pitch. Everything here is hot, shameless, and without a hint of romance: pure chemistry, beats instead of heartbeats, and a game without rules. Every gesture is like a movement on a joystick, every encounter is a short endurance tournament. There is no tenderness between the lines, but there is plenty of self-irony: it's all too physical to be love and too passionate to be called mere entertainment. The world here smells of sweat, sweetness, and the eternal “one more time” - and it seems that this is precisely where its honesty lies.