Club Inferno (Open; Attn: Taylor and Sean)

Narration:

The burly bouncer outside Club Inferno looks Sean and Taylor over. He lifts an eye when looking at Taylor, though saying nothing, then glances down the way at the departing band of drunk young men. Finally he shrugs and hikes a thumb to the door. "Sure what the fuck. Those guys are a bunch of assholes." He puts an arm out to block Sean for just a moment. "No headbutting anyone, though. Someone needs headbutted inside, that's my job."

The bouncer has a receeding hairline, a lined forehead, a nose that has obviously been broken a few times and lots of small scars on his face and forehead. It's easy to believe he's probably had lots of practice at head-butting.

Inside, the place is loud with fast, heavily percussive music, and hot with motion and sweat. Flashing neon, red strobes and other lighting effects are a bit disorienting as Sean and Taylor enter. The clientelle is mostly young; some are expensively-dressed, some are dressed more casually, and a fair number are barely dressed at all. Cages hang from the ceiling in several spots, and in each cage dances a woman wearing nothing but a very small black g-string, red body paint and small, (presumably) fake devil horns. There is an upper area that overlooks the main dance floor, and a long bar area directly underneath the upper area. The two bartenders wear tuxes and red rubber devil masks.

Sean flashes the bouncer a thumbs up "You got it, boss."

Sean enters the club taking it all in. Not too shabby, I suppose.

He looks over and his eyes fall on one of the cages, where they remain for a few moments. He licks his lips, and grins savagely. I might have to get me one of those cages This thought crosses his mind, even though he doesn't even own a haven. He nudges Taylor, pointing at the cages "Whaddya think?"

Taylor nods in thanks to the bartender as he/she passes by into the club. The overall atmosphere is rather impressive to Taylor and it doesn't take long to note all the young, easy to manipulate, prey. Oh yes, I'll be coming back here.

Feeling the nudge, Taylor's attention is brought to the cages suspended from the ceilings. For a moment Taylor's imagination gets the better of him/her and Taylor stares thinking of using one to lower less than willing subjects into the baths...

"I like it."

Sean grins and claps Taylor on the shoulder, maybe a bit too hard. "Hell yeah, right?" He looks around "I don't feel any other Beasts, though. See, Tay? It's like I told ya! The city's fuckin deserted!"

He wades forward into the crush of people, beginning to move with it. Looking the part of one of Satan's Imps with his tattoo covered skin, spiky hair-do and Savage's grin. Breathing in the scent of the crowd. He just barely resists the urge to start moshing.

Suddenly Sean's hand was clasped on Taylor's shoulder and despite the strong grip of the man, Taylor's immediate worry was that he would cause an unwanted wrinkle or crease in the imported silk suit. Sean was right though, he/she didn't feel any other beasts around him -- perhaps the city was really, truly, deserted. "I guess you're right. Although it does seem too good to be true..."

With nothing left to do, Taylor follows Sean into the crowd of people.

Narration:

Sean and Taylor find it impossible to avoid bumping into or rubbing against people as they seek their way through the crowd, and more than a few times they feel others rub against or touch them as well. Here and there they see open displays of very intimate touch between two, or sometimes more, individuals. Both vampires experience something fairly unusual for them, and particularly for Taylor: neither particularly stands out in this crowd. There are lots of instances of extravagant tattoos - both notice an Asian woman dancing on a table, wearing nothing but spike heels, a micro-mini and a bikini top, her arms and back elaborately inked in the manner of Yakuza - and body piercing, some of it rather extreme. Clothing styles range from the provocative - several women wear sheer dresses rendered completely transparent by sweat and the heat of the club - to the kinky. Probably a quarter of the patrons sport some degree of fetish wear, ranging from wrist cuffs, dog collars and spike-heeled boots to full outfits of leather and latex. Several people do seem to react to Taylor's Nosferatu nature in passing - he sometimes is given a wider berth than is Sean - but nobody appears to be paying them an unusual amount of attention.

Neither Sean nor Taylor detects any sign of other kindred; their beasts awaken in response to the buffet of hot blood available, but no other predators are detected.

As they continue to press through the crowd, a song ends, and at that same instant, the lights in the club go out, rendering the club both dark, save for the occasional glowing watch face or cel phone display, and quiet, save for the general murmur of the crowd, punctuated occasionally by a sigh, a grunt or a shout.

Sean bumps and grinds his way through the mass of people, loving the vibes he's getting from all these guys. His sire would love this place, he'd have to mention it if they ever saw each other again.

When the lights go out Sean looks up in anticipation, wondering what's going to happen next.

After getting through the mass of people Taylor takes another moment to soak in the atmosphere of this place. It was awfully crowded, and the people seemed to be having such a good time that they hardly noticed his/her beauty -- something entirely new to Taylor. Suddenly the lights went off and the room cast in darkness. Taylor, taken by surprise, looks around in vain trying to see what will happen next.

Narration:

The lights stay off for 30 seconds, perhaps a minute. Some people start to get nervous, but the primary mood Taylor and Sean pick up from listening to the kine surrounding them is one of anticipation.

Then a single red spotlight shines from the ceiling above the dance floor to illuminate a small area on the upper level balcony. There stands a Caucasian man with curly, dark, collar-length hair, dressed in a black suit, shiny black shoes and black gloves. The light makes his skin appear red. Here and there throughout the club, people clap and whistle and cheer.

The man holds up one hand, palm out and extending past the balcony, and all but a few of the club patrons fall silent. The red spot swivels down to the dance floor, leaving the man unlit save for a a dim red backlight, casting his features in shadow. Two women, their heads covered by some sort of hood or veil, stand near him, one to each side, but it is hard to make out any details with the dim backlighting.

The spotlight slowly sweeps the dance floor, and the man's head moves back and forth as he follows the light, looking at the people on the dance floor. Finally he points down onto the dance floor. The spot narrows and shines down, illuminating a single person: a rather plain-looking woman who obviously has put a lot of effort into enhancing her appearance. Her hair is neatly styled, her makeup is carefully applied, and she wears a little black designer dress, cut low to emphasize cleavage, and black heels.

The two women leave the man's side and walk side by side down the staircase to the main floor. As the reach the main floor, another red spot shines upon them. They are garbed in partial nun's habits: White coif and black veil cover their heads, while the black tunic covers only their shoulders, upper arms and chests, cut short enough that the undersides of their breasts can be seen. Along with the partial habits, they wear elbow-length black lace gloves, black lace stockings held up by garter belts, black g-strings and black pumps with very high heels. Each wears a gold chain from which hangs an upside down cross. This same upside-down cross motif, also in gold, is repeated on the fronts of their g-strings.

The two women walk together onto the dance floor, patrons standing aside to let them pass. One goes to each side of the spotlit woman. Taking her by each arm, they lead her off the dance floor and up the stairs. The spot follows them to the top of the stairs, then the club goes dark except for the dim red light on the top level.

The man turns and walks toward the red light, then the club goes entirely dark.

About ten seconds later, the club's normal lights come on; at exactly the same moment a new song blares, heavy bass, driving rhythm and throbbing guitars driving patrons to start dancing again. There is no sign of the man, the woman from the dance floor, or the naughty nuns.

To be completely honest, Taylor was overall impressed with whatever just happened. The lights, the people, the drama of it all was very alluring. More than anything else though, it left him/her wanting to know more about it. Turning to the nearest person, Taylor put a kind but curious look on his face and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, but what the fuck was that awesome thing all abut?"

Sean's mouth hangs open for a moment.

Then, like he's just figured out the right words for it. "That shit was fuckin COOL!" He scrunches himself over to Taylor "Tay. Hey, Tay. Did you see that shit? Shit was crazy!" He notices Taylor talking to the kine, asking them about it and he moves in close to hear their response.

The people Taylor asks the question of are a couple with short, punkish hair - hers an unnatural orange, his spiky, blonde with black streaks - with a thing for tats and body piercing. He has a variety of facial piercings, including lip and brow piercings and a chain that extends from his left earlobe to his left nostril. She has several brow piercings a pierced lower lip and - easily visible through the black mesh shirt she's wearing - both nipples are pierced and have rings in them, the rings connected by a thin chain. Both look too young to legally be in a club serving alcohol, but the general look of the place suggests those sorts of rules more or less stop at the door.

The girl gestures to the upper level and says "That guy that was up there, that's Samael, the owner of the place! Every now and then, he does that...picks someone and has them brought to him! Sometimes he does it several times a week, sometimes he doesn't do it for a couple weeks at a time." She has to lean in close and shout to be heard over the music.

The guy says "Everyone is curious, because nobody gets picked ever talks about what happens! Most people figure he just probably fucks whoever it is, gets them high on good stuff, whatever! Sometimes it's a guy, sometimes it's a chick, but hey, whatever, man, not judgmental here! So, lots of people, they hope they'll be picked, just to find out what it is! Thing is, it's almost always someone new to the place! The people that want to be picked, 95% of the time he ignores them!" He grabs the girl's arm. "Plus, the ones been around, the regulars, they know more happens than gettin' high and gettin fucked!"

The girl nods vigorously, making her chain bounce and sway. "Nobody knows what happens, but sometime they come back different.... more confidence, they carry themselves better... sometimes they even look better!" She points over to a statuesque, truly stunning blonde with gigantic breasts and perfect legs sitting at the bar, surroiunded by men. "She got picked about two months ago! Nobody seen her for a week or so, and when she came back, she had the mega-bod and the tit job and dressed like she's gettin' an Oscar or something!"

The guy gestures toward the entrance to the club. "The guy out there, the big guy, Crowbar? Six months ago, he looked like death warmed over! Had something bad, people said! Cancer, AIDS, hep, fuckin' MS, I don't know! But after he got picked, a month or so and he's doing better, look at him now!" The guy flexes his arm and neck muscles, trying for a bodybuilder pose that would have looked a lot more impressie on the bouncer. " Full remission, he says! No wonder he works for the joint now, right, man?"

The girl says "Plus, he's hung a lot bigger than he used to be! Not shittin' you! And knows how to use it! Couldn't walk right for three fuckin' days." She holds her hands about a foot apart as she talks, grinning. "But ask him how he got better, he says it don't have anything to do with what happened when Samael picked 'im! Says it's just he got lucky, spontaneous remission, some shit like that! Anyhow, that's why people clap and shit when Samael shows! Everyone wonders if this one will be the one that tells, or how they'll change, and most everyone wants to be the one! I know I sure would! Fuck me raw, drink my blood, fuckin' eat my soul, I don't care! Sign me up!"

Sean listens to the couple's explanation. Midway through which he slowly turns his head gives Taylor a knowing look, elbows him/her in the side. He's so subtle, isn't he?

"Sounds fuckin gnarly. I think me and my friend here are gonna have to find a way in, am I right Tay?"

The explanation given by the couple was a little drawn out, but it did do the job of getting Taylor's complete attention. The idea of changing undesirable aspects of the self was all too familiar to the young Galloi. "Hell yeah! Let's get up there and see if we can weasel our way in."

At this point Taylor was nothing but curious as to what went on with this Samael guy. He offered the couple a nod and smile in thanks and then starts to walk toward the staircase that he/she saw the chosen woman go up just minutes before.

Sean follows. He's pretty sure that he knew what this Samael guy was all about, but they would just have to see.

"Hehe, You think it'll be much trouble gettin in to see this guy."

He wonders if they might end up having to go up against Hung-Likea-Crowbar out front. No worries. No worries. Even if he was a ghoul Sean was pretty confident he could win a headbutting contest with the guy.

But Sean was always confident.

"I'm thinking we're more than overqualified to see him. And, you know, if anyone gets in our way...we have other means of getting in." Taylor laughs at his own statement.

As they get closer to the stairs Taylor starts to look for anyone that would impede them on their progress.

Narration:

Sean and Taylor are able to get to the uppoer level with no problem; there doesn't appear to be any sort of security barring the way. Upstairs, they find an area with its own bar, much smaller than the one on the main level, and several tables, with another bartender in tux and full-head devil mask. Other than some dim white bulbs over the bar area, the only light up here comes from a few flickering red neon lights styled to look like lit torches. Several people stand by the railing, looking down onto the dance floor. Several more sit at the bar or at some of the table, or stand talking in pairs or small groups. At one table near the back wall, a couple is having sex in the open, the woman lying on the table and the man standing between her legs. A few people stand nearby, watching while sipping drinks, but otherwise nobody appears to be paying attention to the couple.

Even without the copulating couple at the back table, the overall atmosphere up here would be one of raw sexuality. The air is humid, even a bit hazy. There are three of the girls in devilish body makeup, like the ones that dance in the hanging cages, but these ones are not caged. One dances completely nude on a tabletop, around which sit several people. Another sits in the lap of one of the patrons at that same table, grinding as his hands explore her body. A third stands near the balcony, behind and to the left of a woman who is leaning over the railing watching the dance floor. The devil-girl's left hand is on the bent-over woman's shoulder, while the right is underneath the woman's very short skirt.

Against the back wall there is a door. The door is painted red, and drawn on the door in black is a concentric double circle encasing an upside-down pentagram and surrounded by writing in some ancient language. Other occult symbols fill the space between the two circles.The door handle resembles the neck and head of a snake, with the mouth open to show long fangs.

To each side of the door stands a tall, solidly-built man in a tuxedo. Both men wear full-head masks that give them a demonic appearance. The mask of the one on the left is of the cinematic demon Pinhead, from the Hellraiser movies; the one on the right wears a Dick Cheney mask.

Sean takes a minute to dig on all the sights and scenes around him, trying not to get too distracted. There would be time to play later, but right now he had to meet this Samael character.

He walks up to the Cheney Mask. He gives the guy a big winning smile. "Heya, Dick. How's it goin? Think you can you tell Samael that there are two uhhh kindred spirits of his. Out here to see him."

"Mr. Samael is busy," Cheney says, shaking his head to indicate "no."

"Can't interrupt him," Pinhead adds, also shaking his head.

They continue standing at each side of the door, not moving other than to speak and shake their heads.

Sean begins speaking menacingly under his breath at the guy. "Listen, man. We know what's going on in there. And you better believe me when I tell you that your boss is gonna want to see us. When he finds out that you've left us out here in the cold, then well... I'm sure you've seen what happens to mother fuckers who piss off Samael. I bet it aint pretty, is it Dicky?"

Spoiler:

Taylor enters the sexually charged atmosphere and takes it all in. Looking at the two masked bouncers, Taylor walks behind Sean and listens to his attempt to convince the bouncers to let them in. With a slick smile that oozed confidence Taylor pulled forth a force of personality.

Spoiler:

"Come on fellas, you just gotta know that your boss would love to meet us."

Cheney-Mask doesn't appear particularly impressed with Sean's attempt at intimidation. "It probably ain't pretty, and I don't want to find out, which is why I wouldn't bother him even if I could."

Pinhead seems somewhat more receptive to Taylor's charm than his companion was to Sean's bravado, but the result was the same. The masked man shrugs and says "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't let you in." He gestures to the red door. "It won't open. Go ahead and try for yourself."

Cheney glares at Sean. "Don't mess up the paint job, though, or things'll get ugly."

Sean walks right up and tries the door.

Taylor watches the two men cautiously as Sean attempts to open the door.

Narration:

Sean grips the snake-shaped handle, which almost seems to shift in his grasp. He gives it a pull, but it doesn't move even the slightest bit.

Upon seeing that the door doesn't budge with Sean's pull of the handle, Taylor looks politely to Cheney.
"So, do you guys got the key?"

They both shake their heads. Cheney says "I've never seen a key. It only opens for Mr. Samael, and he never uses a key."

"So what if we try to break it down? Are you thugs going to try and stop us?"
Taylor looks to Sean and winks.

Both of the masked guards nod, and Pinhead says "Yep, we'd have to. Us, and everyone up here."

He points past Sean and Taylor, and a glance tells them that everyone on the upper level - including the table-dancing devil girl, the devil girl by the railing and the woman she was feeling up, and even the couple engaged in table-top intercourse a couple yards away - has paused in their activities and is watching what is happening by the door.

Pinhead shrugs. "Just the way it is, man."

Cheney says "Do yourselves a favor and get a drink and have some fun with some of the others. You were able to get up here, so you both should be able to find someone or something you'll like." He looks specifically at Taylor "You especially should be popular up here. Could be you might even get an invite to one of Mr. Samael's private parties."

Sean looks over his shoulder and notices that everyone's attention has fallen on them. He chuckles, winks at the table-top dancer "Hehe, how's it goin?"

Then he turns around and immediately blows up in Cheney's face.

"What?! Does that mean I wouldn't get invited? You don't know me! I'm freaky scary as shit, bro. Aww fuck that. Maybe I will get a drink, man. Lemme tell ya that you aint seen the last of me OR my friend here."

He wrinkles his mug at the bouncers, and then stalks off to the bartender and plops down on a stool. "Evenin Lloyd. Gimme something red."

He looks over at the table dancer again, and gestures to her "Well? Crisis averted! Keep dancin!" and then to the interlocked couple "And you two. Resume fucking!"

He turns back to the bar, looking somewhat sullen and savage. Waiting on something red.

Narration:

Sean sees the bartender start to mix him a drink. When the bartender opens a refrigerator and takes out a can of tomato juice, Sean can tell where things are leading.

Before Sean even has a chance to react to the bartender, he hears a throaty feminine voice behind him. "Such rage in you! And the sting that perhaps your friend may be offered something while you are not. I wouldn't worry. I'm sure Samael can find some use for you."

Aimée stood near the entrance for a moment and forced her lungs to take a breath - the air smelled of life and excitement; indeed a very welcome change from those boring wannabe Sartres applauding the most trivial pieces of shit on canvas. Plus, it was perfect to get to know a few local kindred (which have been a rare sight the few days she spent in this new city).
She took a look back at the bouncer, who let her skip the line (naturally) and went deeper into the club, enjoying the thumping of the bass and the crowd's enthusiasm. Really, the average human was so adorable, but at the same time it's so stupid and almost worthless - much like a trusty pet. The beast inside of her was getting uneasy by the sight of all these sweaty mortals. Her hands got down to her black leather-mini and pulled it a bit higher as she worked her way through the crowd; once in the middle of it she started dancing, looking for someone to toy with. Her face didn't show any trace of a smile.
No, something was off: she was almost sure that there were other kindred here, that her beast didn't respond to the mortals only. Never missing a beat she looked around - maybe the night is going to be more interesting than Aimée first thought.

Narration:

It doesn't take long for Aimée to spot a potential toy, and one who appears to already be taking an interest in her.

This handsome man is dressed both stylishly and expensively. He has a strong jaw, piercing brown eyes, and his hair is perfectly styled: mid-length, black, and cut to appear just the slightest bit disarrayed when in fact every strand is cut to convey that impression. His skin is dark in a manner suggesting some Mediterranean, or perhaps Middle Eastern, lineage, but his fine features don't convey any specific heritage.

He is nominally dancing with some other woman, but Aimée catches him sneaking glances toward her, and when he realizes she has noticed him, the glances are longer. He didn't register as kindred to her, but he had the sort of animal magnetism that made her kind think "Daeva" even without a trace of the Predator's Taint.

He points past Sean and Taylor, and a glance tells them that everyone on the upper level - including the table-dancing devil girl, the devil girl by the railing and the woman

Taylor was flattered by the likelyhood of being invited to a private party. "Well then, we'll stick around for a bit and see if this Mr. Samael guy wants to let us talk to him in a bit."

Walking away from the two door guards, Taylor finds himself/herself a seat next to Sean at the bar. In his/her completely gender neutral voice, Taylor catches the attention of the bartender. "I'll have what my friend here is having." Turning his/her attention to Sean, "So, what exactly do you think this Sameal guy is up to? Think he's another kindred?"

He answers Taylor "Yeah, I think so. Did you hear what that couple said downstairs? Sounds like he's got a few people ghouled around here. Maybe even Embraced the bouncer outside. Plus how sweet is this set up? He's gotta be one of the blood."

Sean groans audibly when the bartender pulls out the can of tomato juice. Just my fuckin luck tonight

His attention perks at the sound of the female voice speaking to him. "You're sure, huh?" He turns on the barstool to look at what sort of little thing has decided to talk to him. "And who might you be?"

Narration:

The woman beind Sean turns out to be the Asian woman he and Taylor had seen dancing on a table downstairs earlier. She has smooth skin and hair that doesn't quite reach the small of her back, and which is currently wet with sweat, a few strands stuck to the side of her face. Her body also glistens with sweat, making her inked skin reflect the dim red lighting and rendering completely transparent her green string bikini top. The tattoos depict dragons and jungles and tigers and serpents and swords and blood and bound, nude women at the mercy of horned, blue-skinned Japanese oni.

She also has bright green eyes. Although this is not something one would generally see on an Asian woman, they don't bear the telltale shine of tinted contacts. Her lipstick is glossy and fresh, and also green, the same tint as her eyes.

"Yeah, I'm sure," she says. "Who might I be? I might be your hottest fantasy, or your best friend, or a cheap whore you bang every way possible then toss away like a used Kleenex, or I might be the one you confess your sins to while you receive punishment you've begged for. Or I might be your ally, or your salvation, or maybe your doom." She smiles, showing perfectly straight and white teeth - no fangs, but nonetheless sharp-looking.

"I'm Silk. Who are you?" She looks at Taylor as well, incuding him in the question, but her eyes return to Sean. She opens her mouth just a little, her pink tongue playing over a couple of her teeth and moistening her lips.

Meanwhile, the devil-masked bartender sets two Bloody Marys down on the bar, one by Sean and one by Taylor.

A cruel smile stole itself on Aimées face; for everyone else it may have seemed flirty, but she actually enjoyed the fact that he was already hers. She didn't bother with going to him - she wanted him to really dump the other woman at go to her, so she fixated him with her eyes and used her finger to ask him to come to her. Her other hand trailed over her upper body with the beat and hightlighted what she's got.
He was an extraordinary good looking one, which effectively doubled the fun of taking him for herself. Who knows? Maybe he isn't even a mere mortal..the thought alone made her even more excited.

Narration:

It didn't take much effort for Aimée to draw the handsome man to her. He walked away from the girl he'd been dancing with; she stood there glaring after him with her hands on her hips, but he paid her no mind. Instead, he stepped close to Aimée, moving his body in time with hers, holding his hand just over hers and copying the motions she made as she touched her body. He danced with skill and grace, and he kept his eyes focused on her - sometimes on her body, other times meeting her eyes - and smiled, appearing to enjoy what he saw.

((ST Question: You mentioned Aimée's excitement. Does she activate the Blush of Life? This particular kindred power costs 1 Vitae per scene, and allows the vampire's body to mimic life processes, including sweating, sexual arousal and so forth.))

Aimée's eyes sparkled, but the smile was gone; she seemed to fully concentrate on the act, but he honestly made it too easy for her for her liking, although the look on the other woman's face was priceless, per se.
She got a little bit closer, but denied him pretty much anything else - she was in charge here and there's no harm in letting him know that. Then finally she leaned closer to his ear. "How about we go somewhere less crowded?"
The familiar feeling of hunger made her look for a more private space in the club while she was dancing and waiting for his response.

Spoiler:

((ST Note: If you want to start at lower Vitae, that's fine, but otherwise it is fine for Aimée to start play down only 1 Vitae (for having woken this night), plus the one now spent on Blush. It's up to you, depending on your view of how often she tends to feed.))

Narration:

As Aimée leans in, he whispers in her ear "You look bored with dancing. Perhaps you would enjoy something else? If so, perhaps you would like to accompany me to the upper level. Things there are much more... daring."

The man's accent suggests North Africa or the Middle East. The heat of his breath against Aimée's ear reminds her how much warmer his blood would be.

This is more the way she liked it - if she wanted a mindless fucktoy she'd learn more about dominate, after all. "Let's go." She looked him in the eyes and took his hand to lead him upstairs.

"Taylor. And if I may ask, why do they call you Silk, hmm?"

Taylor glances briefly at the Bloody Mary and then back to Silk. "And how about a drink, it'll be on me."

Narration:

Aimée and the handsome, dark-skinned man walk up the red-carpeted stairs to the upper level of the club. When she gets to the top, her senses are assailed by a near-overwhelming aura of raw sexuality. She sees sights much like what Sean and Taylor saw when they arrived - the various people, the bar, the two demon-masked men in tuxes standing aside the pentagram-decorated red door. One of the devil girls in the red body paint was still doing a nude table dance; another was now kneeling and giving a different form of pleasure to the man she'd been giving a lapdance earlier, while the third had moved the other woman away from the balcony to the wall, where where the two shared deep, probing kisses and caresses. The couple at the back table had also changed things up, with her now bent over the table; few people still watched them, but others had gone to pursue other pleasures, and one couple turns to see who was coming up the stairs.

Aimée feels the handsome man close behind her, hears his voice and feels his hot breath against her ear again. "Perhaps you would like to start with a drink? Or perhaps some other sort of refreshment? Anything goes here, anything that would give you pleasure, and in the unlikely event I cannot provide you with whatever pleasure you seek, another, or perhaps several, will be glad to do so."

At the bar, Aimée notices three individuals talking. One, standing, is a beautiful Asian woman with elaborate tattoos. The other two are seated at the bar. One is a young-looking man, inked and pierced and dressed in a casual manner, wearing his hair in a style popularized decades earlier by punk rockers. The other individual is oddly alluring, despite - or perhaps because of - it being unclear whether he/she was male or female... or possibly both? She feels the Beast surge within her as she recognizes that the punk-looking man and the individual of uncertain gender are both Kindred, with the first having blood as strong as her own, and the second having even stronger blood.

((ST Note: Aimée needs to roll Resolve + Composure to avoid frenzy upon first meeting a new vampire. Since you stated she was keeping an eye out for other Kindred, she gains a +2 bonus to this roll due to preparedness.

Sean and Taylor should roll Perception to determine whether they note Aimée's arrival, as they are involved in conversation at the moment))


(Edit Note: I mistakenly thought Taylor had Obfuscate 2, but that is not the case, so Aimée would recognize both as Kindred, and the text i n this and subsequent posts is amended to indicate this fact)

Silk chuckles and looks at Taylor. "Up here, the drinks are all on Samael," she chides, but she takes the offered glass, moving closer as she does so, to stand between Taylor and Sean. "I've been called Silk for as long as I can remember," she says. "I'm called that because I feel so smooth and sensuous to the touch, and because I'm a lot tougher than I look" She turns her gaze back to Sean while nudging a hip against Taylor, as if daring him to touch to determine the truth of her words.

The upper levels left Aimée breathless; she seldom saw such raw, open decadence and lust and she instantly liked it. The change of who's in charge didn't appeal to her at first, but it was a nice alternation, too. She just wanted to lean her head back to answer him, when she saw the people at the bar. Immediately her beast reacted to this.

Spoiler:

No, she was stronger than this.

Sean suddenly reaches out and pulls Silk close, his hand moving over her body as his eyes lock with hers. They're light green, almost yellow, and bloodshot. In them she sees a ravenous hunger and the promise of sex and violence. "Well, Silk. Who might you be? Well, I pick all of the above, and more. I like your style, sweetheart. So, tell me, Silky, you ever been behind that door?"

Spoiler:

Taylor reaches out to touch Silk's skin as she offered, but Sean was too quick pulling her into his arms. Taylor pulls back his arm slowly. Not wanting to interrupt Sean's question, Taylor simply sits and listen's to Silk's reply.

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Silk presses against Sean, but she keeps wiggling her hips, almost as if inviting Taylor's touch as well.

"Oh, yes, I've been back there many times. I'm a regular at Samael's parties. If you're really nice to me, I might be able to manage to get you and your friend here an invite to one of them." She leans in and licks the side of Sean's neck. "And by 'really nice' I mean doing lots of nasty, dirty, kinky things and making me squeal." She licks his neck again, and up to his ear. "But before we do that, don't I at least get your name?" She pulls back and wags a finger at Sean "'Cause I don't do those sorts of things with someone unless I at least know their name. Well, usually not, anyhow...not for a couple weeks, at least." She smiles, showing those small, straight, perfectly white teeth, and once again flicking her tongue along her upper lip.

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As far as Aimée can tell, the vampires by the bar do not seem to have noticed her yet. She certainly has the attention of the handsome man standing behind her, though. He lightly runs the fingers of his left hand down her arm, from the shoulder all the way to her fingertips, while at the same time wrapping his right arm around her, pulling her hip back as he presses forward against her. "Anything you want, anything you've ever wanted to do, we can do here, right now. Or should I choose?" He kisses Aimée's shoulder and whispers to her. "I can think of oh, so many things I would like to do with you, and to you."

Taylor moves closer to the girl and gives her a very seductive look as he/she allows some hair to drape down over his/her face. Taylor maneuvers his/her perfectly manicured hand down toward Silk's perfectly shaped ass and gave it a solid squeeze, then moved to her waist and lightly caressed her exposed skin. Despite obviously being more attracted to Sean, Taylor was an attention whore and refused to be outdone. Simultaneously using a force of personality, and gently licking up her neck to her ear, Taylor whispers, "So what makes you squeal the loudest, little girl?"

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