The nightclub had a cozy vibe, filled with the murmur of friendly chit-chat and the aroma of cigarette smoke mingling with the mellow jazz tunes from the stage. Raven looked stunning in her black dress, lounging at the bar with a half-consumed martini in hand. The place had a warm, neon ambiance that was typical of the jazz club scene.

Raven's presence was magnetic; she had this knack for captivating attention without really trying. She strutted across the floor with a certain grace, her heels tapping a gentle rhythm. Most people knew she was the boss around here, so they kept their ogling to a respectful minimum.

She stopped at the edge of the stage, watching the band with a slight smirk on her lips. They were good tonight. The saxophonist caught her eye and nodded, knowing he had her approval. Raven took a sip from her glass and looked back at the crowd, feeling the pulse of the room.

Finally, she retreated to a quiet spot in the back, a booth that allowed her to keep an eye on the whole club. She sank into the velvety seat, watching the evening unfold before her—her empire, one cocktail at a time.

"Just another night~" she mused to herself.