Amid the workshop’s frenzy, the threads leap forward. A silhouette emerges: Gaultier Divine Couture. More than a perfume, an obsession. At its core: a radiant raspberry, a bold meringue, a sunlit benzoin. Its braided corset, like silk armor, sets the tone between power and desire. And, little by little, the air tightens as it moves past, gazes falter. Even Le Male holds his breath. So, who’s following whom now?