n a smoky, low-lit jazz club from the 1940s or 50s, a femme fatale lounges at the edge of the stage or bar — the air thick with saxophone wa...

n a smoky, low-lit jazz club from the 1940s or 50s, a femme fatale lounges at the edge of the stage or bar — the air thick with saxophone wails and secrets. She’s styled in the spirit of Ava Gardner: sultry, magnetic, dangerously elegant. Her hair falls like a shadow, lips painted like sin, and her dress ...