Aside from the top-tier single malt Whiskey that Terry specifically asked for, there was also vintage champagne, top-notch red wine from France, and even a few bottles of rare, antique-packaged, yellow-label aged cognac.
Beverages were chilling in several ice buckets, alongside a finely crafted box of Cuban cigars.
In one corner of the suite, a scantily-clad, elegantly poised Eastern European lady was adjusting an expensive sound system, while another was kneeling by the hookah, skillfully filling the delicate glass bowl with premium tobacco infused with honey and fruit spices.
Sweet-scented smoke curled up from the mouthpiece of the hookah.
"Sit, sit, my dear friend!"
Aziz enthusiastically beckoned Terry to take a seat on the thickly cushioned platform, "Start with something to whet your appetite? Freshly squeezed pomegranate juice? Or perhaps our 'Desert Rose' can mix you something special?" He gestured towards the lady adjusting the sound system.
