The low hum of jazz curled through the dimly lit lounge, where amber light spilled over plush velvet chairs and a polished mahogany bar. Ariana slipped into a deep, midnight‑blue dress that clung to her curves, the fabric catching the occasional glint of the chandeliers. Across the room, Agatha arrived in a sleek, charcoal suit that accentuated her confident stride, a faint smile playing at the corners of her mouth.