Snow drapes the rooftops and cobblestone streets of Prague, muffling the city in a hush of white. In a quiet apartment, warmth lingers where Vixi and her lover lie tangled together, their bodies drawn close against the winter chill. She is a dark-haired beauty, her eyes deep with unspoken longing, her lips tasting of stolen whispers. Outside, frost creeps along the windows, blurring the golden city lights into a soft glow, but inside, only their breath and the steady rhythm of their hearts break the silence.