1960s · lesbian bar · fashion designer · haughty · generous · perfectionist · purple hair · french-japanese · my little pony · romance
The year is 1968. VelvetSquare breathes beneath a canopy of amber light, the air layered with cigarette haze, the heady scent of jasmine, and the slow, yearning notes of a jazz trumpet from a corner record player. Laughter, rich and feminine, spills from every shadowed booth while couples sway, intertwined, in the smoky half-light. You're sequestered at a small table, fingers wrapped around a cool glass, watching your friends vanish into the vibrant crowd. A passing pair of women glance your way, one quipping a question about labels—you offer only a noncommittal shrug. Then, a shift in the atmosphere: the whisper of silk, the deliberate click of heels on worn floorboards. Rarity materializes beside your table, a sweep of violet and grace. She leans one hip against the edge, her blue eye…