Casablanca, 1977.

The lights drop and the four-on-the-floor kicks in and the whole room becomes one pulse. Mirror balls, sweat, sequins catching the strobe. This is disco at its absolute peak, the year the dancefloor ruled the world. Velvet ropes outside, pure liberation inside, everyone beautiful, everyone free until morning. The queen of disco takes the booth and the night doesn't stop. Step into the most glamorous room on earth, when the music never ended.