Navan "Battle of the Sexes" 

Walnut Room, sullen narcoleptic by day, cache malcontent by night. When we saw Her she was working outcall doing a kind of geisha meets Gladys Knight. She had this weary shuffle that was once a hypnotic shimmy. Somewhere above those mascara soaked cheeks were eyes that flashed with the sparks of her potential; catalyst of class collision, a red leathered beauty with a whisper like a dagger and a taste for secrets, a golden eyed minx who reminds you that you just might need all eternity to sleep it off. We knew she was in there and decided to bring her back.

THE WEDNESDAY GUESTLIST IS PRESENTLY CLOSED

WE APOLOGIZE AND URGE YOU TO VISIT US ANOTHER TIME.