Illicit

Dark wood vanity with royal blue velvet powderpuff ottoman and three-way mirror, sounds of a light cold early spring rain outside, streaking down a dim-lit window, mixed with scratchy rendition of Billie singing the blues from an old Victrola, clear glass tumbler halfway filled with dark amber liquid, scent of cigarettes, perfume, whiskey and face powder, ah, a dim shaded tassled lamp casting warm yellow glow, always of an evening, demarcation of day into dark shadows of passion and rue, mysteries and long yearnings, setting the stage, ruby velvet curtains with golden braided ties, ah yes.