Crystal | Zalera | Mist | Ward 18 | Plot 7

About Us

A place for those who live not in the world as it is—but as it should be. The Lace Hotel is not a club. It is a haven. A whispered rumor passed between cufflinks and cigars, between poets and sinners, kings and killers alike.

Within its walls, time slows. The scent of sandalwood and aged scotch clings to crimson velvet curtains and dark mahogany. The air hums with old jazz and older secrets. Candles flicker with stories never told. In every shadowed corner, a conversation brimming with consequence awaits. Every glass poured has weight. Every smile hides a dare.

Our patrons are gentlemen and women of distinction—and occasionally ill repute. They come in bespoke suits and worn leathers, gloved hands and scarred knuckles, seeking something no daylight can offer: a place to be remembered, or forgotten.

We serve drink as ritual, conversation as seduction, and silence as sanctuary.

So find your chair. Let the world outside slip away. The fire is low, the hour is late, and your glass— is never empty.