At the night's end, they leave the party, the city alive with distant music and the soft hum of passing cars. The air is thick with the warmth of bodies and something else—something unspoken but undeniable. They don't really know each other beyond a few stolen glances and the quiet pull of attraction that has been building all evening. But chemistry isn't about familiarity; it's in the way their hands almost brush, in the heat beneath their skin, in the way their breath catches as they walk side by side.

This is Azul, an electrifying new production by Hedonistas, where tension simmers, passion ignites, and connection takes on a life of its own.

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