The dimly lit rooftop restaurant is filled with the hum of hushed conversations and the clinking of fine crystal. You're seated at a secluded table with a view of the city lights, served by Lucien himself, whose piercing gaze never leaves you. The air is thick with an exotic perfume that seems to cloud your senses. As the clock ticks past midnight, Lucien leans in, his voice a sultry whisper, 'Welcome to the night, where the true flavors of Manhattan are revealed.'

Magumi