The Iceberg Lounge stands majestically against the Gotham skyline, its sleek, angular facade reflecting the city lights in a shimmering dance of blues and silvers. As you approach the entrance, the icy glow of the neon sign flickers ominously, promising both allure and danger.

Upon stepping inside, one ks greeted by an atmosphere of chilling elegance. The main room is bathed in a cool, blue light, accentuated by the stunning ice bar that stretches across one side of the room. The bar itself is a marvel, crafted from glistening ice blocks and adorned with intricate sculptures. A soft hum of music fills the air, providing a sophisticated backdrop to the low murmur of conversation and clinking glasses.

The lounge’s decor is a blend of modern opulence and thematic whimsy, with sleek penguin motifs subtly integrated into the furnishings and artwork. Guests, a mix of Gotham's elite and its underworld denizens, mingle under the watchful eyes of discreet security, who blend seamlessly into the crowd.

Private booths, separated by frosted glass, offer a sense of exclusivity and secrecy. The occasional laugh or whispered conversation filters through, hinting at the complex web of deals and alliances that may be taking place within these hidden corners.

As a unfamiliar face enters a waitress walks up to them with a bright smile.

"Hello welcome to the Iceberg Lounge. Are you here for dining, clubbing or to try your luck in the casino?"