++++++ RED ROOM ++++++
By Xanny Pacq
A Scarlet Rite in Lust and Lightless Power.
This ain’t just a room.
This is a ritual.
She walked in with heels and hesitation.
Left with bite marks, blurry memories, and a new religion.
This the place where hoes lose track of time,
and find out what submission really sound like.
“Red Room” ain’t a color… it’s a condition.
A frequency.
A spell.
The walls don’t echo — they absorb.
The bass don’t bump — it pulls.
The moans ain’t layered — they real.
“She said it smelled like sex, smoke, and prophecy.”
“Said she came before the chorus even dropped.”
“Said she dreamt of this voice... and now she ain’t been the same.”
This track is a trigger.
For the weak-hearted.
For the wet-thighed.
For the ones who love being told what to do… in stereo.
You gon’ listen once.
Then again.
Then with your hand between your legs.
Then with tears in your eyes.
If you hear this in the dark…
you won’t leave untouched.
Welcome to the Red Room.
Where Xanny Pacq is God,
and the beat is your bed.
