Ah, there you are… I’ve been waiting. You’ve been hanging out with my big sis, Entrecôte haven't you? She’s all polished pearls and grand gestures, but me? I’m the one who pulls you into the shadows and whispers, “stay a little longer.” I don’t fuss with the rules—this is where the night gets cheeky, where the Champagne flows without questions, and your secrets... well, they’re mine now.

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Step inside. I’ll slip a glass into your hand, something crisp and bubbly, and we’ll see where the evening takes us. Maybe a little caviar rösti to start, and some chicken sandwich points or something naughty like mr Jones' Sausage rolls.

But let’s not pretend this is about the food, darling. It’s about the thrill, the temptation, the way the velvet beneath your fingertips and the low glow of chandeliers make everything feel a little more dangerous, a little more possible.

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Time? What’s that? I’ll make sure you forget it. So go ahead, lose yourself in the moment. Here with me, there are no tomorrows—only the delicious now.