The dimly lit room was steeped in smoky jazz and whispered conversations. A lone trumpet wailed, the sound drifting lazily above the murmur of clinking glasses and muted chatter. I stood just inside the doorway. My fingers traced the coarse edges of my houndstooth coat, the texture grounding me against the weight of waiting.
Wearing Sascha's Designs - Amber No. 2
Made for Maitreya (worn), Lara X, legacy, reborn
Available at Designers Showcase
http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Whispering%20Angels/193/51/2500
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