Shalimar....

You've got a good point there, Butterfly.

But to be fair, they ARE on a snowy sidewalk - not the most conducive to passionate terpsichorian encounters. No, for that you need a dark, smoky lounge, where all the musicians have some sort of cigarette hanging from their lips, while lithe women with hungry eyes in tight red dresses lean against walls and ...

Ahem ...

You get the idea.
 


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