Rapunzel: Her Vows Are Not To God. (Patreon)

They call her the Bride of the Night. In the hallowed halls of this gothic university, she wears white not for purity, but for the surrender to come. Her golden hair isn't a veil; it's a leash. Every glance from Rapunzel is a dare. Every smile a promise of beautiful damnation. This is the story they're afraid to tell. The real story starts when you cross the velvet rope. Are you ready to see what's underneath?