Courting Shakti

Shakti sits across the table from you in the corner of a dimly lit coffee shop. Little twinkling lights strung along the ceiling appear to ooze with golden honey. A single candle flame dances between the two of you, casting mysterious plays of shadow and light on the captivating face of the Goddess. Behind her is a wall of glass.

All at once you see her figure, the glass, people nestled under umbr...