If these walls could talk, a lot of stories would be heard from those who passed by “Quarto 105”, a room in an old brothel in the center of Lisbon.
Life stories that could fill thousands of pages of a book that was never written. Stories neither happy nor sad, neither exciting nor trivial… Just real stories, with many characters who left a part of them inside this room, and yet who have nothing to hide.
It is time for these walls to talk, without having to say any words, to tell the stories that in “Quarto 105” remain.

Veronica Says:

“I’m coming to Quarto 105 essentially because I want ‘to be’ here. ‘To be’, to exist for real, forget about my name, my roles (mom, boss, friend, sister), routines, possessions, illusions, and humanity. I’m here, at Quarto 105, cause I doubt. I doubt about everything and I only rely on feelings: those primitive emotional states which mean more than words.
I don’t want to be told I’m beautiful, or sexy, neither nice nor sweet. I don’t want to be seduced.
I’m here cause I’m looking for the rawest feelings: the shivering on my legs after being spanked; my skin burning cause of the tight knots; the oxygen disappearing little by little in my body; my hair being pulled; loosing control;
I’m here to confirm pleasure is unlimited. My body has no limits, my mind either.”