voluptuous Kenza leans against a polished stainless steel bar top inside a dimly lit lounge. She wears a Charcoal grey silk dress with a plunging back, bright purple feathers pinned in her dark hair. A small tattoo on her neck reads in cursive. She holds a martini glass, her eyes on the crowd. Silver tinsel curtains hang behind her. A brick red neon saxophone sign glows in the background. Smoky, sultry, late-night atmosphere.
