The moment you walk into the lobby of this 1920s Manhattan hotel, the seductive atmosphere ignites electricity through your veins. The lighting is dim. The building has a darkly erotic feel: you have a sensation that more than anywhere, this is the real New York; you are part of the elite.
Sparks from the fireplace conjure fantasies. As you stride down the lush red hall carpet to your room, your imagination runs wild with possibilities of what’s behind the door to your room. And you know that texture of the red velvet ottoman waiting in your bedroom fits perfectly with your partner’s Agent Provocateur lace panties, now hidden under her skirt.
"No wonder they were called the ‘roaring’ twenties..."
Upon entering the period Twenties bedroom you immediately feel like a rock star, or the highest-end call girl. Dirty, sinful. Leather table. Easy-to-grip soft, plush orange curtains. It’s not just any five-star hotel. It’s not about business, or at least THAT kind of business. A green velvet couch. Raw wood floors. This place is all about texture and sensation. The angled slats on the window cast warm streaks of light over your lover’s body as she lies wide open to you on the velvet Ottoman; she sinks her fingers into the crimson pile as you approach. Across the courtyard the possibility that others may be watching you only adds to the thrill. Later you head down to the exclusive Rose Bar for perhaps a celebrity sighting or a sexy drink amongst models in the night club.
David & AlexandraBook a room