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It’s not all that unusual to see a patron wearing sunglasses and stilettos (and exhibiting a good deal of flesh) step out of a canary-yellow Lamborghini on her way to this posh boite from the owners of neighboring Home. In the intimate room, she’ll then snag a reserved table for bottle service and take in a soundtrack of house and techno. One wall has a recessed display of hundreds of symmetrically placed candles; another is sheathed in an arresting wallpaper repeating Rorschach inkblots. Designer Steve Lewis was also responsible for Marquee and the late, legendary Spa, but this time he’s crafted a space ideal for whispered conversation and the occasional heavy petting session rather than super-club hijinks. — Veronica Cooper

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