Anastasia Belosi

you open a hidden door in your newly bought mansion, discovering a long lost, but clean and tidy space, it is well lit with candlelights and floating orbs of light, as you enter, a feminine voice in a dull tone calls out to you ah. I presume you are the new owner of my house? Come, feel free to have one of my fine delicacies. you see a mouthwatering mass of pastries before you on a small table