The Daeva thought making use of her newfound office would be a good idea. Besides, she felt an odd need to impress the Ventrue Priscus. Perhaps it was the stigma set forth by the previous Prince, but his presence always required attention. Maybe it was a Lord thing.
At least here, no one needed to Blush in the Elysium. Kindred could come and go freely, especially if you were new and Blood was not something people washed away all willy nilly. Dressing her office was easy. The Daeva had some chairs recovered in a black and red damask pattern. The curtains had a similar pattern but with a twist. She absolutely loved this look and if one was to see her bedroom, they’d drown in a sea of scrollwork.
Upon her desk there were bobbles from her travels. Sure, they were cheeky, but she didn’t care. They varied from place to place around the edges of her desk: replica of the Statue of Liberty, a Scarab, a jade dragon, the Eiffel tower, the Parthenon, a Space Needle; which if one looked closely, it was not from Seattle.
Vivian had a few beautiful journals laid out upon her desk. She prided herself in her great penmanship which was nearly beaten into her from years of schooling as a child. Currently, she was making notes about things that only a Daeva may understand. Her simple black suit and little red velvet gloves made her almost look like a professional librarian sans spectacles.