...and all that jazz

late they entered The Cellar one cool, assured; wearing princely airs like a crown. the other succulent, tender plump as prime livestock pampered accordingly, and praised. the jester, heralding their arrival, parted the court like the Red Sea while we, loyal subjects, paid our cover tithes in abject worship. ascending the throne he placed his hands upon the bass, and noticeably they knew their place. her hips rotated, beginning to sway - at this signal he began to play while the pianist, trusted advisor, carefully regarded the stately speech until, familiar, he got in his say. they continued their discussion but when she sang I knew the music was underway. those savory thighs of hers curves revealed by skintight jeans moved to the sounds like waves her resonant voice driving their passionate contortions into the earth into my soul ...and all that jazz