The Dance Before Christmas

As though from thin air, something has appeared in The Vaults. The scent of caramel and cinnamon drifts across me… We’re surrounded by stilitists, acrobaticers and sneaky freaks; they titilate me. It’s a concours d’elegance for the eyes. Room after room opens in front of us. Exquisite zebras dance around us as we sip at our cocktails. A wrinkly madam professes to tell me my prospects, my futures, my dreams. Above the zebras I can see clouds floating down the stairs. We curiously wander and find ourselves amongst the fluffiest fluff I ever did fluff. I see a door in the distance, it’s an amazing maze laid out in front of us. Do we dare? Minutes, hours, days pass, we’ll never be sure. I’m beginning to feel hazy, and suddenly a final door flings open… I look up and feel dizzy, we’re in a dazzling big top! A sea of wild friends are swaying, the room seems to be moving. The music fills my bones with the rhythm of the night.

Dress Code – Evening wear with flair