Imperialisium wrote:Anna's Mansion
The abrupt arrival of Kensington had caused a murmur among the courtiers of the re-established Mansion. Even as Kensington was obviously allowed to pass through security and enter the building proper. The murmuring did not cease. Whispers and sly commentary circulated among the Clans membership in the Mansion. Even the Ghouls and Humans present traded hushed tones. Anna had, due to the late hour of the Night, instructed that Kensington be placed in a side gallery with a small table. There, Anna awaited with a glass of crimson liquid held in her right hand. She wore night clothes. It was actually somewhat unusual behavior to present oneself in such a manner. The warm pajama shirt hiding her supple bosom while the pants ended in a pair of warm red socks. The red and white pinstripes of the outfit accenting her figure.
"Such urgency in the tone of your message, Mister Kensington. I hope all is well for your enterprises? And what, do I owe this meeting for?" A voice of subtle bemusement and possible foreknowledge. Had Anna guessed his intent already? Had something given it away? It was certainly possible after all.
Kensington - Anna's Mansion
For a brief minute, Kensington had to recollect his thoughts. As a Toreador, beauty often had a quick access into his brain, which nearly immobilized him, and Anna's place - as well as Anna herself - seemed to nearly activate his fundamental flaw as a Kindred. Shaking the feeling off his own mind, he gestured for his assistant to stand by the door.
"Prince Anna, I beg your pardon for my unusual urgency in the matters that we will, hopefully, discuss today. My enterprises go well, indeed they are even better than what I could've imagined back in the first time I visited this city. In fact, they go oh so well that, as every healthy specimen, it attracts pests... and let's just say I currently lack the proper means to deal with them, which I'd like to do before it turns into an infestation.
As much as I'd love to partake in metaphors, I believe we will do so in another opportunity, since this night seems rather crowded at your estate, Prince. What I'd like is the formal title of Toreador Primogen in this city. Ms. Ito, please."
His assistant moved towards the table, a small folder on her hand: with a swift movement of his hand, Kensington opened up the folder, revealing the inventory of an art collection.
"Recently, my Sire had to... acquire the collection of someone who owed her a considerable amount of money and failed to keep up with the payment. Lady Helena can be tricky in her temper when defied, as some associates in common will be more than eager to attest, a trait I cannot say I do not share with her. There are exquisite musical items, paintings, creations that weren't ever catalogued, some of them inspired by Toreadores, as the legends may tell you.
This - in its entirety - is my offer to you, Prince Anna. So, what do you say, Prince? Am I fit to be the Primogen of my clan in your city?"