A dark wooden bar faced a handful of tall tables surrounded by equally tall chairs. Silver and I took a pair of seats at one of the tables where Trevor joined us. “What can I get you?” he asked and went behind the bar to fetch the drinks. A dark round musician sat beside Silver in the fourth chair and began to babble a low jargon filled rant of music and women, “and a bit of spanking,” he slyly added at the close with a lascivious laugh, his eyes fixed hungrily on the woman beside him. Silver has that effect on people. Trevor came back with the drinks and shooed the corporal musician away.
Lord Malinov, Song of Songs