“Good evening, Lucretia.” It was not the first time they met. Every once in a while... and it is always oddly amusing because they both could hardly be more different from each other. The french vampire had sprawled out in the bathtub, surrounded by rosy bubbles and golden candles scented with roses and vanilla. A bottle of champagne on the side table, she had not even touched it. It merely served decorative purposes.
The Toreador shifted slightly, still submerged in the hot water. Basking in the warmth like a lizard on the pavement during hot summers. “I am afraid you chose an awful time to visit me, my dear.... is there anything I can do for you? Do you want to join me, maybe?” As if the Malkavian would agree to that offer... or at least, Jeanne was quite certain that her suggestion would be rejected. Still, her wide smile remained, revealing bright, white fangs. A beautiful monster. Beautiful, but a monster nonetheless.
“I hope you do not mind I just stay here..?”