The seething intent radiating from the Asian Haunt resonates stronger than her voice threat. The man at the door isn't cowed, as evidenced by his hand straying towards the seam of his jacket. But he doesn't draw weapon or radio for help. He simply stares for a moment. His look a contemplative one.
When Goto makes her voice known, the stout man's gaze turns to her. He nods, slowly.
"Of course. I will show you to the main hall." Not conceding the gesture of hospitality, he waits for the four to cross the threshold before leading them, as promised.
The interior of the building looks like an office building turned hotel lobby, with patterned carpeting and accents of potted plants and couches for seating. The man takes them to the fork on the left, which opens into another short hallway flanked by a single door on each side. Ahead, the layout expands into a larger hallway that diverges left and right. The man leads them right, which reveals a set of two-way double doors. He steps ahead of them and pushes a button which causes the doors to swing outward automatically. He doesn't step inside. Instead, he waits by the opened doorway and, again, extends a hand. "The reception is inside."
The first steps within reveal a large seating area with theater-like seating leading to a flat stage elevated no more than a few inches form the floor. There, in the center, a dark haired man with an unkempt, short beard stands waiting. Dressed from the neck down in all white, and leaning slightly on a cane. His Beast is like a lion (BP3), waiting to pounce on the weak and vulnerable.
Offset behind him to the left and right, respectively, are a gruesomely disfigured man and an inverted triangle of meat with an angry face. One looks like a survivor of some terrible disease; the other like a bodybuilder who has never heard of 'leg day'. The poxy man's Beast coils defensively like a snake (BP1) while the bodybuilder's slinks and cowers like an abused stray dog (BP1), at odds with his impressive size.
The man in the middle speaks. "Ale, so glad you could join us this evening." he says with a roguish smile and a showy bow. His gaze finds the Prince unerringly. "I must apologize for the lack of refreshments. Grossier, I know. Have you come to discuss terms, then? Your entourage is impressive. I do hope you've come to exchange words rather than blows." The Poxy man behind him grins, bearing fangs. The bodybuilder crosses his arms. The man in white - who could be no one else but their host - doesn't seem the least bit sincere.
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Presence
Dexterity
Status
Assassin, under the pseudonym Silhouette
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Blood Potency(+1)
-1 Vitae Blush of Life, 
-2 Vitae for Blush of Life and Drink, 
