Return with us to an age of innocent sensuality. An age where a woman's unmentionables were things of pride, things of personal style. A naughty little smile under her clothing that only she and her darling one.

Dark for the color of night, shot with the color of wild crimson for passion, but tempered with a heart of gold, each color chosen for meaning. Ruffles of silk so fine that it begs to be touched, with ridges and seams for fingers to discover. Everything for one Golden Night!.... or more….