"Well, I sincerely hope that you do," she says, with a pleased little smile, tossing her hair back--it was up, earlier, for her performance, but she prefers it this way, down nearly to her waist. "We have a lot to offer. The place's motto is 'anything you want', so just bear it in mind."

Hasibe rests her elbow on the bar top, drink in hand. Her high heel on the left hooks through the rungs of the stool, comfortable; she could put them on the ground, but it's a relaxed, gamine mannerism, particularly so coming from a girl who's closer to thirty than twenty.