Mara-Vira

Forged in rhythm. Tempered by tension.

From dimly lit dungeons to sweat-slicked dance floors, my sound lives where leather creaks and the latex squeaks , breath quickens, and control surrenders.

Rooted in the worlds of fetish, kink, goth, and BDSM, these tracks pulse with the raw poetry of desire—grit wrapped in gloss, noise shaped into need.