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The camera remains still, fixed in a cinematic wide shot of a smoky, dimly lit underground jazz club from the 1920s–1940s, bathed in amber glow and deep noir shadows. In the center, a sultry jazz singer stands under a lone spotlight. She doesn’t sing—yet. Instead, she moves slowly, seductively, swaying to the music’s intro. Her sequined satin dress clings to every curve, glittering with each deliberate motion of her hips. One gloved hand rests lightly on a vintage chrome microphone, the other glides along her thigh as she turns and arches. Her head tilts back, eyes closed, lost in the rhythm. Behind her, a saxophonist rocks gently, lips pressed to the horn, cheeks expanding as he plays a smoky, melodic intro. To the side, a pianist in a fedora leans over gleaming ivory keys, his hands flowing effortlessly. Smoke coils in lazy spirals, catching the stage lights. Patrons sit in shadowed silence, mesmerized, glasses in hand. The air hums with restrained desire and musical tension. Hyper-r
