The Kvartet - Temna Roza Jazz Club

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The Kvartet Jazz Club - Temna Roza

Stepping into the foyer of the bar, the smooth sound of jazz soothingly entertains your senses. The running bass and the muted brass harmonious with a deep woman's voice, the ancient music genre brought to life as if lifted from the past and brought through time until the now. The tux-adorned Bouncer gives a curt nod and wide smile having taken note that the dress code has been adhered to. "Please Sir, Madam, right this way." Replaced with another stocky looking gentleman, the Bouncer gestures for you to begin following him into the bar proper.

Dimly lit in shades of red and orange emitted from atmospheric lighting from strips in the ceiling; the establishment was not overly large. Perhaps fifty or so patrons at the most. Being lead through to the back of the bar, the smell of tobacco assaults your sense. Undoubtedly, patrons were free to smoke as they wished and indeed there were many small groups of socialites clustered on leather sofa's filling ash trays as if it were a duty. A few pairs of eyes, framed in dark mascara and pencilled eyebrows, follow your approach to the rear, curious to the newcomer to the frivolities. The jazz band comes into view, raised up on a shallow stage, with a number of couples swaying together in each others arms.

Ceasing to step forward, the Bouncer gestures to a table at the back. A lone woman sat with her legs crossed and leaned back watching the view out onto the bar. With a Black Russian in one hand and a cigarette in the other; she smiles slightly as she watches you approach. Taking off her fur mantle, she stands up and adjusts her dark red dress after placing down her glass.

"Vitayu, welcome to Kvartet. I am Pimakhova. I trust your stay here on the Temna Roza has been to your satisfaction thus far?"

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This Watering hole is by invite only, as it is a private club on the Temna Roza Democritus Luxury Yacht.

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