Ambrosia Dance Club

Ambrosia Dance Club is the place to be seen if you love to show off that hot new skin or fashion outfit. That’s because of our strict dress code which states that management can boot you out if we don’t like the color of your shoes. That rarely occurs though unless management has had a particularly bad day and feels like taking out their rage issues on some poor avatar with misguided fashion sense.

Cass and Graffix Silverfall are definitely stylish here as they perch atop the bar at Ambrosia. Graffix has a distinctive Stetson hat, hot multi colored arm tats, leather cuffs and ubiquitous standard guy jeans. A high quality skin really makes the difference. Next to him, Cass looks amazing with her bad gal fedora perched atop her head. Lots of piercings in all the right places, bicep tats, tank top, leather bracelets and fingerless gloves all come together to create a great ensemble. They look fantastic separately and as a couple. Fashion makes a statement. People really do judge a book by its cover in both Second and Real Life.

In the beginning people were normal size. The average avatar was about 6 foot tall. Female avatars a little bit shorter. Then if began. Some pushed that slider to 90 and created the era of the freakishly tall avatar otherwise known as Avatari Toweroverus. Naturally, not to be outdone, people became incrementally taller. So now the average avatar is what back then would have been a freakish giant. So when a person appears with what was a normal size avatar people start asking questions. Are you a child avatar? Did you not eat your daily allotment of prim Wheaties?

Being tall commands respect in Real life so pushing the sliders up in Second Life perhaps brings the same to avatars. People always have a desire to look different from the rest of the masses of sheeple. Being an Amazon fills that need nicely.

Lately though, I have noticed the pendulum swinging the other way with more and more avatars, especially female, pushing those height sliders down. Everyone wants to “stand out” in the crowd and sometimes the way to do it is to go in the other direction. So maybe, just maybe small is the new tall!

Shopping in SL can be one of the most rewarding activities in Second Life and no where is this activity more rewarding than right in the Ambrosia Mall. It’s that rush of instant gratification that makes us want to keep buying more and more of the latest fashions. I took the time to go see what’s going on at the Indyra boutique store and noticed that she has added so many new clothes to her already fabulously overabundant line of high end avatar fashion.

What to get, what to buy, oh my! How about this fabulous fur fringed short jacket in white to ride out the rest of these harsh winter months? Or maybe these deliciously tantalizing stilletto high heels in vermillion? So many choices to tempt the shopper. Of course, Indyra’s fashion does not come cheap but the difference in quality between her line and other designers is evident from the moment you pull it out of the box and put it on for the first time.

Is it worth it? Well, in the avatar world just as in the real world people judge a book by its cover. If you walk around in freebie clothes it’s pretty much evident that you are a cheap dogeared paperback that’s meant to be used once, covered in food stains and then thrown away like yesterday’s tuna salad. Wearing high end cartoon clothing says, Look at me world, I have the means to afford US $3.72. Now get out of my box you pervert noob dirtbag!

by Jessika Jenvieve â„¢

I have to get this off my chest and before we start you can change those settings if you are standing this close to me. A good breast implant does not bounce – OK – got it?

Now I get paid lots of Lindens to wriggle about on stage, but some of the time I just want to be admired and kissed and worshiped. You got the idea?
But my damned AO won’t stand still. I got the best one money could buy – in fact I have several. I still wriggle like i”m wetting my knickers. I get to the lovely gooey bit where my friend is about to plant a big wet sloppy kiss on my delectable, delickable little cupid’s bow and the silly AO makes me check my shoes for chewing gum.

We had a building meeting the other day – serious, intense stuff about our land and assets portfolio (I am a business woman you realise). At the crucial moment when I ‘m ready to play all my cards and put my feminine wiles into action, my AO takes off in a circle and while I’m busy changing the settings, he gets the tree he wants, where he wants it. I am severely pissed off.

So all you Mocap wizards, this is plea from the heart – I want to look sexy – I want to look cute – and I want to stand still.