13049/Something about Blue bloods...
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| Something about Blue bloods... | |
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| Date of Scene: | 12 October 2022 |
| Location: | VIP Lounge - Hellfire Club |
| Synopsis: | No description |
| Cast of Characters: | Blake Riviere, Ariah Olivie
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- Blake Riviere has posed:
Another night in, amongst the rich, the secretive and some of those who liked to bask in a little indulgence and depravity...was it really that different to much of vampire culture. Of course, among the nocturnal blood drinkers most new to give Blake Riviere her privacy and space...here in the space of the Hellfire Club however? Well, the raven-haired beauty was perhaps even more intimidating for her role in the Black Court.
A mistress of intelligence and violence? Well, it was fitting to her...wasn't it?
It was also an office that came with a uniform...but for the moment she's once again dressed in the black designer backless dress as she moved through the space of the VIP bar.
- Ariah Olivie has posed:
Nobody could ever accuse Ariah as being stand out, or flashy in any sense of the word. In fact, her diminutive height, darker skin and mixture of black and blood red on her attire makes her seem beneath the notice of most with how she simply blends into darker places. If not for her striking heterochromia and shock of short, white hair. At the least, she is indeed well-dressed, silently shadowing Blake as she tours the VIP. After all, as Lady Riviere's +1, her first visit to the Hellfire must needs be supervised.
- Blake Riviere has posed:
While the VIP was beyond the normal scope of a visitor it wasn't quite as secretive as the inner circle. Of course, Ariah's vampiric senses likely alerted her to some of the more indulgent activities of vice that lay beyond for certain people, but Blake payed it no mind as she approached the bartender and silently beckoned with a finger before raising another, indicating two of her beverage of choice before finally she turned back to Ariah.
"Tell me...what do you think?" she asks in her accented tones. "For me at least, I have found it a fun distraction...one with interesting people to hold my attention. Though none like yourself..."
- Ariah Olivie has posed:
The happenings beyond human senses are cetainly noticed, but paid no heed. Ariah is no stranger to vice, but she hasn't been alive long enough to descend into pure hedonism. Though with her tempered willpower, it remains to be seen if that ever will happen at all. When the question is posed, she looks around, taking in the lounge once more, as if seeing it for the first time. "I would feel pangs of jealousy were you to encounter one more distracting then myself, ma chere," she states, a distinct hint of playful and warm in her usually chilly voice.
"I would wonder if they mind musical performances..." she then muses aloud, lingering close to Blake. Not so much just within arm's reach as easily close enough to be kissed and nuzzled at. "I have no objections to this place, but it is, as you may surmise, not entirely my style? Still. It appears to provide... sufficient services to those such as ourself, non?" she looks up at the dark-haired woman, fixing her mismatched eyes upon those of her Sire. Her Mistress. Her Love.
- Blake Riviere has posed:
Fair being fair, even Blake found such things boring in itself...but then given her time as a bride before she freed herself, perhaps she found some of the ideas of the vice-lead mortals somewhere between pedestrian and disturbingly familier. Still, the vampiress herself takes the offered glass, one gently offered to Ariah as she does indeed nuzzle closer to Ariah, her lips drawing a small kiss agains the other girl's cheeks before brushing her lips only to offer the glass afterwards. The scent of blood in this 'special reserve' suggested that at least some of the club knew what she was.
"Oh don't mistake me, this part can be...dull by comparison, but there is more to see...and there are some useful connections to have. They are interlinked...and aware enough to have noticed some of my movements through the centuries."
- Ariah Olivie has posed:
The warm touch of lips on her flesh is a welcome sensation, the scent of blood lingering near her face even moreso. She takes the glass into her hand and sniffs at the contents cautiously. She can feel the rise of that hunger deep inside, the need to feast and consume. And yet, she takes a slow sip in a manner befitting that of one drinking a fine wine. To let it coat her tongue. To savor the texture, the flavor, and finally let it slip down her throat.
"It is difficult for us to hide in this age, non?" she offers, things were easier when it was news reels and radios. But also less... fun. "Still, you know my preferences lay in the academic, musical, and..." she flicks her tongue out to slide across her upper lip for a moment. "...martial."
- Blake Riviere has posed:
"Oh my dearest love...I'm well aware of what you like," she grins, the lift of her own glass a little clink offered before she takes the slow sip of her own. "And my own tastes have not changed either...but there is sport to be had in our own tastes and resources I've gained here to work upon dealing with some of the...more intrusive cousins we have dealt with. I'm sure there could be something to alight your interest here or at the very least..."
A beat, she gestures to those around them. "We may well be able to find ourselves some fine dining."
- Ariah Olivie has posed:
"Am I so transparent, mon amor?" Ariah offers her elder, playfully. Another slow sip is taken, her eyes closing for a moment as she leans casually against the dark-haired beauty. "Information on our enemies, as legion as they are, will always be valuable, oui..." she states quietly, then feels the sweep of that hand, subtle as it is, from the vibrations in the air. Her eyes open and they once more are cast around the room. "Many who make merriment here may indeed be suitable... meals..." she agrees.
- Blake Riviere has posed:
"And now you'll understand why I hold the role I am..." she murmers lightly, gently planting a subtle kiss against Ariah's own cheek before she moved towards the other woman's ear to nip lightly. "But I'll explain it when we're in a private space...and there are some who wish to meet you...curious as they were about myself."
