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The nine-story-tall field of polished black marble in its core atrium is preposterously stylish, and the scene of its 10th-floor rooftop bar, Radio, is ridiculously pretty in both panorama and clientele. An “Aura Manager” hands incoming guests Prosecco and seeks to serve as a concierge, while bedside panels control everything from the temperature to the hue of the mood lighting. For all that folderol, bathrooms are huge, and rooms aren’t small, either, even if the windows feel like pointed ship prows poking over the street. This luxury entrant by Spanish group Meliá is not a hotel for Ma and Pa Kettle or little kids—but if you wear your dresses tight and take your pre-clubbing coffee black, the place called ME may suit your preening self-image.