A leggy dame slipped into the lounge, hips swaying to a music unheard. Her violet gaze shifted around the faces as if she might find someone she knew among this seedy crowd; but hers was a life of wealth and travel and America was fresh. The best place for a deb to become a flapper, and with a chassis like hers... she'd burn this juice joint down.

The ciggy on a stem lifted to her lips was quickly lit by a waiter, "Thanks, Mac" she purred in a perfect parisian intonation. Casting a grin towards the man behind the bar, "I've got ze heavy sugar, if you have ze hooch" A glass was pushed towards her, "Level with me, Is zis the best place to put on ze Ritz?"

The woman giggled softly as another man payed for her glass, "How kind of you, cheri. I think I could come to like Chicago..." Her words purred softly, as she took a sip, "Who is playing tonight? Anyone zat I would know?"