...and all that jazz (revision)

I think this version is a bit more to the point and perhaps flows better. What do you think? 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 jested heralding their arrival, While we, loyal subjects, paid our cover tithes in abject worship. climbing up onto his throne he placed his hands upon the bass how natural they knew their place all the while her hips rotated, began to sway - at this signal he began to play 'til the pianist trusted advisor got in his say. their stately discussion continued but when she opened herself to sing the music was truly underway. those savory thighs curves revealed by skintight jeans moved to the sound like waves her resonant voice driving their passionate contortions into the earth into my soul ...and all that jazz