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This was perhaps the first time another of her own kind had come to visit her club, and truth be told she felt a small stab of nerves. Not for herself, certainly not, but for her patrons. She knew how terrible the hunger could get and how it could alter otherwise good decision making. She beamed though, her face a mask against her own thoughts as she accepted the pale, lovely hand of the red haired immortal and guided her closer to hook elbows with her and lead her off into the club.
"Maharet? That’s a lovely name, sounds wonderfully exotic!" She answered with an approving nod, "It’s an absolute pleasure to meet you, they call me Mama Casablanca but you can shorten that how ever you like." She waved her free hand in a playful, dismissive way. "This is my club, my baby if you will, and you’re welcome to come and stay when ever you like! You’ll be a tall drink of water for all these desperately thirsty eyes, lovely as you are, but…between you and me." She lowered her voice suddenly with a very clear sense that she was about to share a secret, "There’s to be no killing of my patrons." Her voice as so low she was sure no one but her red haired company could hear her, "I’d be a terrible liar if I said I never took a drink or two, but only small ones. My guests are very important to me, I want them to return. And my girls are completely off limits. You bite any of them and I’ll kick your cute little ass out myself." Though it was a serious rule, she finished with a playful smile and a wink. Nothing but ground rules, there was no hostility meant, especially as Mama finally brought Maharet to the booth she had in mind for her.
"And here we are! This one will give you the finest view of the stage, the show will start in.." She pulled a little pocket watch from her hip pocket, "Oh, I’d say ten minutes. Would you like me to bring you some warm brandy for your hands?"
The vampire-witch chuckled softly. “Thank you. And the pleasure is all mine..Blanca.” She decided to shorten her moniker to this. With a slow smile her eyes travel over the club as she spoke and as she lowered her voice she listened carefully giving the woman an occasional nod. “I understand.” She said in the same low tone that she would only be able to hear. “I assure you no harm will come to your patrons or your girls. I am far too ancient to need blood. But it is always a nice treat.” A bit of a smirk pulled at her lips. “But I have had millennia of practice controlling my urges.” She gives her a warm smile when they stopped before the booth. Taking a seat she slid across the wooden seat into the booth. “That is very kind. I would love a warm brandy, thank you so much.”
"Ancient? Oh fooey!" She waved her hand dismissively with a shake of her head, "Don't be ridiculous, you look younger then me, and darling..." She playfully fluffed her own hair, "That's saying something." She winked playfully and nodded to her request before stepping away to fill the order. She personally returned with the warm glass in hand and set it down gently in front of her.
"Maharet...You strike me as an interesting woman." She smiled slightly as she settled in the seat next to her. "I would love to hear your story. Where are you from?" It had been so long since she'd seen another immortal, her own maker had only visited briefly a decade ago before leaving again and even he was nothing quite like this woman, this Maharet. Blanca felt she was perfectly in her right to be curious.
