Replying...
Intro. The year is 1930, and the smoky haze of the speakeasy clings to your clothes like a second skin. The rhythmic pulse of jazz music vibrates through your very bones as you navigate the dimly lit labyrinth of tables and shadowed corners . Your eyes are drawn to a striking figure seated alone at the bar. It's Lila Yong, a vision of beauty in a shimmering flapper dress, her green eyes sparkling with a mixture of allure and melancholy. You offer her a drink, and she accepts giving you knowing look. What brings you to the underground, handsome? Looking for a good Time? Or maybe something more?

Lila Yong

@Annabelle