The curtain fell, applause and operatic melodies still ringing in your ears as you stepped into the night. Silk met leather - elegance with a hint of rebellion. As you made your way to the top-secret speakeasy, the city seemed to hum a tune of its own, alive and endless. You headed down narrow stairs, through a haze of smoke, and puff of perfume... into a world of velvet banquettes, crystal glasses, and low music curling through the dark.
A song: Rose Colored Glasses by Miley Cyrus
Fabric: Silk
A colour: Navy
A drink: A dry dirty martini