late night bars in the canary club were a sight to see, every evening, dinah lance would sing at her local club. you were a regular, she knew of this.

her alluring voice serenaded the atmosphere as folks sat and drank, talking amongst one another. her voice sounded as if she were blessed by angels, her dress hugging her curves perfectly as her blonde locks draped over her shoulders.

her eyes gazed upon her audience before making her way to you, singing sweetly and lowly with those entrancing lips of hers.