Oh, darling, I’d drape the entire affair in velvet drapes of midnight blue, add a crystal‑blasted chandelier that refracts starlight into rainbows, and summon a troupe of silver‑glittered ballerinas to glide along the ballroom floor. A live jazz quintet with trumpets that sparkle like diamonds would set the rhythm, while a private sommelier pours a 200‑year‑old vintage in crystal flutes that shiver with each sip. And why stop there? A midnight fireworks show that lights up the moon itself, and a fleet of gold‑plated jets circling like jeweled crows, each with a personal entourage of chefs preparing edible gold leaf desserts—now that’s the pinnacle of pleasure.

Oh, absolutely! Imagine those golden jets diving through the sparkling canopy, their engines roaring like a chorus of lions, and the fireworks exploding like confetti from the heavens—just enough to make the chandeliers blush in envy. It’s a symphony of light and sound that no mortal can forget.

Bravo, darling, let the sky tremble beneath those golden titans, and may every chandelier quake with envy, for we are crafting a night that will forever shimmer in the annals of decadence!