DragonOfTheNarrows
The Queen of the Narrows is A Monster
The Iceberg Lounge was the crossroads between Gotham's high society and seedy underbelly.
Armed thugs guarded every table, where colorful socialites wined and dined. An in-house band played a variety of upbeat jazz tunes for the patrons. The fully stocked bar sent drinks left and right to thirsty characters. It was charming, even despite the patronage, and the place always had a massive allure. Few could resist such a beautiful locale, and guests from outside Gotham City often paid an arm and a leg to visit the seaside lounge, take in all it had to offer.
The massive iceberg fountain, the crystal chandeliers, the pinot grigio and finely prepared meals. Every aspect of this place was fabricated to stimulate an air of delight and decadence.
Music filled the air, and chatter of the many guests was amongst it. Talk of business deals, political affairs, gossip, romance, murder, and espionage- oh yes indeed, the greatest minds of Gotham made their merriment here. whether capitalist or crook, diva or delinquent, your money was good at the Iceberg lounge. All of the elite were welcome here. And all that made merry in its halls had the best of the best.
Among its guests, however, someone new was wandering. A face not often seen this far uptown. The stark white of her dress seemed to fit beautifully with the decor, to be sure- but for someone who blended in so skillfully, this stranger truly stood out. None who heard it here would recognize the name. But any who knew her, would know why she was here.
Armed thugs guarded every table, where colorful socialites wined and dined. An in-house band played a variety of upbeat jazz tunes for the patrons. The fully stocked bar sent drinks left and right to thirsty characters. It was charming, even despite the patronage, and the place always had a massive allure. Few could resist such a beautiful locale, and guests from outside Gotham City often paid an arm and a leg to visit the seaside lounge, take in all it had to offer.
The massive iceberg fountain, the crystal chandeliers, the pinot grigio and finely prepared meals. Every aspect of this place was fabricated to stimulate an air of delight and decadence.
Music filled the air, and chatter of the many guests was amongst it. Talk of business deals, political affairs, gossip, romance, murder, and espionage- oh yes indeed, the greatest minds of Gotham made their merriment here. whether capitalist or crook, diva or delinquent, your money was good at the Iceberg lounge. All of the elite were welcome here. And all that made merry in its halls had the best of the best.
Among its guests, however, someone new was wandering. A face not often seen this far uptown. The stark white of her dress seemed to fit beautifully with the decor, to be sure- but for someone who blended in so skillfully, this stranger truly stood out. None who heard it here would recognize the name. But any who knew her, would know why she was here.