Aimèe stood in front of the Inferno club. She hadn't fared well the last nights - most of the time she couldn't even muster the will to leave her loft, feelings of inferiority destroying the last bit of pride that was left after the Invictus meeting.
She had to talk to Samael again, no - she had to get him to return her power, her will to live and grant her to power to avenge her broken ego. She straightened her back and walked towards the bouncer and inside the club, waiting for the inevitable objection of about anyone standing near her.