There was only one thing clouding the Priscus' happy mood in relation to the Ventrue meeting, and that was that it was taking place at the Nox and not her planned bar. She had wanted to show off what the Lords of Sacramento could do and yet the time was just not right. She would need more time to make her planned venture come to fruition. Regardless she made the best of a less than ideal situation.
In one of the conference rooms within Elysium proper Rebecca set up shop. A long, black satin tablecloth was laid over the table, with elegant candelabras stations along it's length, each candle replaced with an electric on to save them from their beasts while also providing a nice ambiance. As soon as someone entered they would find Rebecca standing at the head of the table, where she was meant to be. Concealing her true emotions perfectly was a mask of friendliness and politeness, one many of her family would recognize as her usual expression. She was thankful for her mask, because from what she had seen so far from interacting with her cousins, the night was only just beginning. She just hoped she didn't have too much fun watching the battle over Whip unfold.
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