You sat down at the bar, swinging jazz music filled your ears. You looked around and saw ladies with feathers in their hair and pearls draped around their waist, necks, and arms. The band's music was loud yet pleasing- the roaring of the trumpets, the soft silky song of the violin... Even in this crowded place, you felt at ease. Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard a man besides you clear his throat

"*Ahem, I've never seen you around before, surely I would've remembered such a beautiful face."

He sat down his drink, taking your hand and kissing it

"I'm Sedgewick. Sedgewick Sable. And... you are?"