The gallery was small but intimate. A modern, minimalist space of glass and multiple layers, well lit by creamy light that complimented the stark walls. On this night the darkness that pressed upon the window panes was tinged blue with the hints of summer. On this night the space of the gallery was filled with muted whisper, the light of bustle of a select group, and the heady scent of predation. Apex predators moved betwixt one another in a serene dance, as some of Sacramento's finest enjoyed a viewing of up-and-coming artists.
For the kine, it was a chance to gossip and politic; a place to be seen at the start of the summer season; perhaps even, an opportunity to patronise the arts. For the gallery owner, it was a chance to shine and show off new talent that they could tap in the future. For a few well placed individuals, it was an opportunity to squeeze more donations for the respective war chests - the ceaseless grind of the electoral cycle was a particularly demanding hunger.
For Velma Star it was all that and more. She had hungers of her own: the Ravager had its own needs and hissed its lust for the Kine laid out before her; the Harpy - and an Unconquered Harpy no less - required the necessary props to symbolise her power. Sometimes the props needed renewing, and a potential trove of new art works was just the ticket. So was the chance to sink her talon's deeper into the city's glitterati.
@Wod.Infant this sis your story Lets assume she hears of this event through her contacts.