The main Camerilla Elysium in this territory seemed to be in an old Opera house lounge that consisted of two floors. The bottom floor was a place for both kindred and kine, a place where one had to stay hidden and follow the Masquerade closely while the second floor seemed to be ‘v.i.p. only’. v.i.p. of course being kindred. A place were rules weren’t so closely followed and maaaybe sometimes you’d see a Nosferatu without their mask up if they were on the ‘prettier’ side or a Gangrel with a few physical animalistic traits here and there that were visible. Just lax enough that if a kine somehow got up there and wasn’t a ghoul that things would seem off at most, that something was wrong but they probably wouldn’t be able to point out what exactly and it was up here where The Prince sat at his own private booth while drinking a glass of ‘red wine’ and reading a leather bound book without a title. Nearby and on the prowl was the ‘Queen Bee’ and prized ghoul of The Prince, Eva Hill. A woman who easily towered over most and had the strongest thighs and a pencil skirt that somehow kept everything in without ripping. A thing of pure magic surely, pure magic and a lot of practice. Either way anyone who wanted to speak with the Prince had to go through her first and boy howdy she was in one of her moods tonight since she didn’t have the two things that normally made her day better these nights being a fellow Tremere ghoul and his son, that and she had been recently reminded on how she over all just hates the Anarch’s, probably the Nosferatu Primogen’s ghoul riling the woman up again by spreading little rumors here and there. So good luck to anyone who needed to announce themselves tonight to the Prince. @yanderefart
