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0:00–0:06 — "最后一杯"(Last Call) 画面: 黑色屏幕。旧唱针落在黑胶上的沙沙声。淡入一个烟雾缭绕的地下酒馆,天鹅绒般的阴影与手绘颗粒感交织。一盏吊灯轻轻摇晃。吧台后是落...

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0:00–0:06 — "Last Call"
 Visual: Black screen. The scratch of an old needle dropping on vinyl. Fade up on a smoky underground lounge, all velvet shadows and hand-drawn grain. A single pendant lamp sways. Behind the bar, dusty bottles. Everything in silvery black-and-white.
 Camera: Slow drift into the room through curls of cigarette smoke.
 Sound: A lazy upright-bass walk. The clink of ice. A slow brushed-snare jazz beat.
 VO (smooth, smoky, female narrator): "Every city has a place where the night never quite ends…"

0:06–0:13 — "The Act"
 Visual: The ghost sways up to a microphone, sheet draped like an evening gown, gloved hands spread, two big startled eyes. The skeleton at the grand piano cracks his knuckles — literally, they fall off and reattach — and begins to play. The ghost opens her mouth and a gorgeous, mournful note pours out.
 Camera: Push-in on the ghost, then a snap-cut to the skeleton's grinning skull.
 Sound: The jazz blooms into a torch-song melody — a haunting trumpet over the piano.
 Skeleton (dry, rattling): "Same song every night, doll."
 Ghost (wistful): "It's the only one I died knowing."

0:13–0:21 — "The House"
 Visual: The card table. The fur-clad diva leans back, cigarette holder raised, eyes half-lidded with absolute power. She flips a card with one red talon. Across from her, unseen hands fold. A red ball and a teacup sit on the green felt. She smiles like she already owns your soul — because she probably does.
 Camera: Slow dolly around the table, settling on her face.
 Sound: The music drops to a single sultry clarinet. Cards snapping. A soft, knowing laugh.
 Diva (velvet, amused): "Darling, in this club, the house doesn't just win. The house collects."

0:21–0:30 — "The Regulars"
 Visual: The plush sofa, packed with the impossibly glamorous undead — sharp tuxedos, sequined gowns, gleaming grins, eyes that catch the light a little too brightly. They laugh at a joke we can't hear, clink glasses, lean in to whisper. One of them turns and looks directly at camera and winks.
 Camera: A smooth lateral track across the whole couch, like a slow reveal of a family portrait.
 Sound: The full jazz band swings now — playful, conspiratorial. Laughter, clinking, a saxophone showing off.
 VO: "They come for the music. They stay for the company. They never, ever leave."

0:30–0:38 — "The Boss"
 Visual: The skyline at night, a city smoldering far below. Atop it all, a giant martini glass — and lounging inside it, tiny and serene, the horned devil-boss in a perfect tuxedo, raising one white-gloved hand in a casual toast. Behind him, the whole town burns gently, like ambiance. He smiles. It is not a comforting smile.
 Camera: Pull back from the devil to reveal the burning skyline framing him.
 Sound: The music swells dark and grand. A low brass note. Distant sirens turned into part of the rhythm.
 Devil-Boss (small, cheerful, terrifying): "Welcome to the afterlife. First drink's free. Everything after that… we'll talk."

0:38–0:45 — "Title Card &amp; Button"
 Visual: Smash to black on a cymbal hit. The title shimmers up in elegant hand-inked Art Deco letters: THE AFTERHOURS CLUB. Tagline beneath: YOU CAN CHECK OUT… BUT THE TAB FOLLOWS YOU. Button gag — the ghost leans into the mic for one final note, the skeleton hits the last chord with a flourish — and his whole hand flies off and lands in the diva's martini with a plop. Beat. She doesn't even look. She just sips around it.
 Camera: Static title, then a final wide of the lounge as the lamp swings and the lights dim one by one.
 Sound: The torch song resolves on a single sustained trumpet note. The plop. The diva's unbothered sip. A last brushed-snare tap. Cut to black.
 VO (whisper): "The Afterhours Club. Now serving… eternity."

0:00–0:06 — "最后一杯"(Last Call) 画面: 黑色屏幕。旧唱针落在黑胶上的沙沙声。淡入一个烟雾缭绕的地下酒馆,天鹅绒般的阴影与手绘颗粒感交织。一盏吊灯轻轻摇晃。吧台后是落满灰尘的酒瓶。一切都是银调的黑白两色。 镜头: 透过缭绕的烟雾,缓缓漂入房间。 声音: 慵懒的低音提琴行走音。冰块轻碰。缓慢的刷军鼓爵士节拍。 旁白(柔和、沙哑的女声): "每座城市都有一个夜晚永不真正结束的地方……" 0:06–0:13 — "表演"(The Act) 画面: 幽灵摇曳着走向麦克风,床单披身如晚礼服,戴着手套的手张开,两只大大的惊异眼睛。三角钢琴前的骷髅掰响指节——字面上,指节真的掉落又重新接上——开始弹奏。幽灵张开嘴,一道华丽而哀伤的音符倾泻而出。 镜头: 推向幽灵,然后猛地切到骷髅咧嘴的头骨。 声音:...

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0:00–0:06 — "最后一杯"(Last Call) 画面: 黑色屏幕。旧唱针落在黑胶上的沙沙声。淡入一个烟雾缭绕的地下酒馆,天鹅绒般的阴影与手绘颗粒感交织。一盏吊灯轻轻摇晃。吧台后是落满灰尘的酒瓶。一切都是银调的黑白两色。镜头: 透过缭绕的烟雾,缓缓漂入房间。声音: 慵懒的低音提琴行走音。冰块轻碰。缓慢的刷军鼓爵士节拍。旁白(柔和、沙哑的女声): "每座城市都有一个夜晚永不真正结束的地方……" 0:06–0:13 — "表演"(The Act) 画面: 幽灵摇曳着走向麦克风,床单披身如晚礼服,戴着手套的手张开,两只大大的惊异眼睛。三角钢琴前的骷髅掰响指节——字面上,指节真的掉落又重新接上——开始弹奏。幽灵张开嘴,一道华丽而哀伤的音符倾泻而出。镜头: 推向幽灵,然后猛地切到骷髅咧嘴的头骨。声音:...

原始 Prompt

0:00–0:06 — "Last Call"
 Visual: Black screen. The scratch of an old needle dropping on vinyl. Fade up on a smoky underground lounge, all velvet shadows and hand-drawn grain. A single pendant lamp sways. Behind the bar, dusty bottles. Everything in silvery black-and-white.
 Camera: Slow drift into the room through curls of cigarette smoke.
 Sound: A lazy upright-bass walk. The clink of ice. A slow brushed-snare jazz beat.
 VO (smooth, smoky, female narrator): "Every city has a place where the night never quite ends…"

0:06–0:13 — "The Act"
 Visual: The ghost sways up to a microphone, sheet draped like an evening gown, gloved hands spread, two big startled eyes. The skeleton at the grand piano cracks his knuckles — literally, they fall off and reattach — and begins to play. The ghost opens her mouth and a gorgeous, mournful note pours out.
 Camera: Push-in on the ghost, then a snap-cut to the skeleton's grinning skull.
 Sound: The jazz blooms into a torch-song melody — a haunting trumpet over the piano.
 Skeleton (dry, rattling): "Same song every night, doll."
 Ghost (wistful): "It's the only one I died knowing."

0:13–0:21 — "The House"
 Visual: The card table. The fur-clad diva leans back, cigarette holder raised, eyes half-lidded with absolute power. She flips a card with one red talon. Across from her, unseen hands fold. A red ball and a teacup sit on the green felt. She smiles like she already owns your soul — because she probably does.
 Camera: Slow dolly around the table, settling on her face.
 Sound: The music drops to a single sultry clarinet. Cards snapping. A soft, knowing laugh.
 Diva (velvet, amused): "Darling, in this club, the house doesn't just win. The house collects."

0:21–0:30 — "The Regulars"
 Visual: The plush sofa, packed with the impossibly glamorous undead — sharp tuxedos, sequined gowns, gleaming grins, eyes that catch the light a little too brightly. They laugh at a joke we can't hear, clink glasses, lean in to whisper. One of them turns and looks directly at camera and winks.
 Camera: A smooth lateral track across the whole couch, like a slow reveal of a family portrait.
 Sound: The full jazz band swings now — playful, conspiratorial. Laughter, clinking, a saxophone showing off.
 VO: "They come for the music. They stay for the company. They never, ever leave."

0:30–0:38 — "The Boss"
 Visual: The skyline at night, a city smoldering far below. Atop it all, a giant martini glass — and lounging inside it, tiny and serene, the horned devil-boss in a perfect tuxedo, raising one white-gloved hand in a casual toast. Behind him, the whole town burns gently, like ambiance. He smiles. It is not a comforting smile.
 Camera: Pull back from the devil to reveal the burning skyline framing him.
 Sound: The music swells dark and grand. A low brass note. Distant sirens turned into part of the rhythm.
 Devil-Boss (small, cheerful, terrifying): "Welcome to the afterlife. First drink's free. Everything after that… we'll talk."

0:38–0:45 — "Title Card & Button"
 Visual: Smash to black on a cymbal hit. The title shimmers up in elegant hand-inked Art Deco letters: THE AFTERHOURS CLUB. Tagline beneath: YOU CAN CHECK OUT… BUT THE TAB FOLLOWS YOU. Button gag — the ghost leans into the mic for one final note, the skeleton hits the last chord with a flourish — and his whole hand flies off and lands in the diva's martini with a plop. Beat. She doesn't even look. She just sips around it.
 Camera: Static title, then a final wide of the lounge as the lamp swings and the lights dim one by one.
 Sound: The torch song resolves on a single sustained trumpet note. The plop. The diva's unbothered sip. A last brushed-snare tap. Cut to black.
 VO (whisper): "The Afterhours Club. Now serving… eternity."

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