Gynophagia Mukis Kitchen =link= -

If that's the case, I'd be happy to help create a write-up for a fictional kitchen or restaurant called "Gynophagia Muki's Kitchen". Here's a draft:

The main course required more. Mukis produced a small, silent machine of glass coils and brass pressure valves. "Your breath," he explained. "Not the air from your lungs, but the vapor from your thoughts." Gynophagia mukis kitchen

Julian watched as the first course began—not with food, but with a performance. A woman, draped in translucent silk, reclined on a massive silver platter surrounded by exotic fruits and edible flowers. She was the "meat," and the diners were the "cooks" in a shared psychological theater. If that's the case, I'd be happy to