In the corridors of the Atlantis stood a new sign. The background was black and written in silver light where the words Diamond Star Restaurant. Below the sign was a simply looking door but what was on the other side as anything but basic. The corse star fleet standard colours gave way to lush red Velvet carpet with stars leading to a mahogany plinth. Behind this stood a tall Trill, his crisp white suit reflecting the soft light from the reproduction Tiffany fixtures. Behind him were two curtains one a light soft silk and the other a heavier red one.
By the door stood a huge Gorn he was at least 7 foot and built like a tank. His dark green skin covered by a black suit with armband saying Security. His amber eyes scanning the entrance and the people who came.
Behind the silk soft piano music could be heard and the sound of soft laughter and drinks being poured. This was the main restaurant. It’s delicately carved tables covered in equally delicate silk table cloths, Fine crystal glasses and silver cutlery flanked plates of the finest china decorated with blue scenes of old gardens and places long forgotten. Patrons sat on dark brown chairs with rose petals carved into the legs. White clad waiters seemed to dance around serving drinks and handing out food. Even though the tables were of different sizes and had different groups on them all seemed to run smoothly as if each waiter, each plate and each drink were moving in harmony with the music. The soft music being provided by a group of five musicians dressed also in white. Their instruments were made of the finest wood and each band member was an artist in their own right. But playing together was where the true beauty lay. The music seemed to dance on the soft air of the restaurant creating such a sense of calm that it felt like heaven.
Behind the red curtain was a much smaller area but still impressive. In the back of the room stood a mahogany bar, its brass tapes and fine glasses glinting as the light bathed the area. Several bar stools sat in front of it each one mahogany to match the bar with dark red cushions. The music was still soft but provided by a jukebox in the back right corner. But the sound could not be heard until the red curtain was pulled back. Behind the bar stood a tall thin and extremely beautiful Catain her long brown fur as smooth as the silk that adorned the next room. The room was filled with a familiar scent, the scent of an old English pub, a soft fire crackled in the back left corner and game tables of all kinds adorned the room; roulette, poker, baccarat and so on . This coupled with the music and the scent made the whole place feel warm, cosy and as if you were at a friend’s house. Each table had brass trim with intricate Arabian patterns carved into them.
Patreon were served by waiters carrying drinks and snacks as their clients needed. Between these rooms moved the owner of this establishment, Zhira. Like all Orion women she was beautiful. With dark green skin, brown eyes and long flowing black hair. Her figure was athletic and toned and she wore a dark blue long dress, Orion writing embroided in the trim. She smiled as she went form staff member to client back to staff member.
Zhira (Owner Diamond star)
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