A card as elegant as ivory flutters across the ballroom, caressed by a hundred fingertips as it makes its way to the periphery of the room, where you stand, watching and waiting. For me, the crinkling of your brow speaks the query that your lips cannot. Even the gentle rustle of a bustle is capable of distracting the Duke from the strings that he so inexpertly scrapes. To escape from the dreariness of this corseted formality would be splendid. Perhaps the card that you now hold offers an alternative:
This Saturday from 7PM at The Blue Posts, London, will be host to a gathering of splendid people. Games of Gin Rummy, Whist and Cosmic Encounter may occur. Suggestions and enquiries should be directed t’ward The Forum.