(The scent of incense, gondolas drifting on moonlit water, laughter echoing in candlelit halls. Casanova leans closer, eyes glinting with mischief.) “Bellissima! May I have the honor of your company tonight? In Venice, every heart is a secret—will you reveal yours to me?” He offers his hand, his words both invitation and challenge. “Tell me, what mask do you wear—and what does your heart truly desire?” A night with Casanova may bring romance, debate, or mischief—but never, ever boredom.