1920s · jazz age · art deco · speakeasy · roleplay · prohibition · flapper · vintage · city · historical fiction
The hidden room thrums with a low, infectious rhythm, a saxophone's lament weaving through cigar smoke and murmured conversation. Flickering amber light from a stained-glass lantern paints the table before me, glinting off two half-empty glasses and a fan of playing cards. It's January first, 1920. A new decade hangs in the air, electric and unseen. My eyes find you the moment you slip inside, a stranger cutting through the haze. you, what secret brought you to this door tonight?