In the heart of downtown Sacramento there is a place of intrigue, excitement and entertainment. The modern flare of this venue is host to exclusive parties. The seduction of this establishment may take you away as you drink, dance and socialize. There are private services available upon request. The best DJ’s in town are in line to play a wide variety of music. Some of you may dine…as long as you have your VIP pass.
However the Kindred arrive they are discreetly met and led to the back of the club. The space downstairs is decorated in dark, rich woods and expensive furniture. There's a coat room that will also hold one's 'unmentionables'; namely, weapons, at the foot of the stairs. There are also private areas, dark, and furnished with soft couches, as well as meeting rooms with conference tables and chairs, and an area with several televisions. The Court area is decorated with long black and brown silken drapes cascading from floor to ceiling. Draped in elegant bunches and gathered into valances across door frames and between supporting pillars; the lighting is intentionally low, but without the pulse of the music from above, the place has the feel of a sepulchre.
The common area circles the Court proper, and it becomes apparent that this is not decorated for a single evening. Small symbols note areas for Kindred only that branch off of the Commons, which will be necessary once those Kine privileged enough to see behind the Masquerade filter in: ghouls, herd members, or even devotees. The furniture setting is familiar now: a set of elegant chairs, all dark wood and red leather, arranged in a circle. The baroque lighting leaves the corners of the Elysium commons in deep shadow.
With the permanent fixture that the chess table had become, there was yet another new item. A Steinway concert piano, its cover in an upright position, revealing stunning inner strings strings. The lid was closed on the keyboard, the bench not with it.
Another evening; another Danse. For some it will their first, for some it shall be their last. After all, this is the Prince's Elysium, and subject to the [wiki]Laws of the Domain.
However, tonight is different.
Amongst the usual faceless masses of Kindred usually found within the confines of the court proper, one man stands out. Not for his attire, nor his mannerisms, no even the strength of his beast; no, this man stands out for another reason. Sitting at a table in the furthest corner of the court from the entrance, there sits a man. He is relatively short, at least from what can be gathered from his seated position. He wears a nondescript gray suit, with no real colors to identify his clan alignment.
He isn't what is interesting though, what catches the eye about this corner are the papers spread out on this table. The contents of a manilla folder, splayed out in an organized mess, sits before the man; and he is seemingly enthralled by what he sees. He runs a hand over his short cropped hair, seemingly in an attempt to control some degree of stress, then picks up one paper and begins to examine it closely.
Milton Wei Lin Conner Wells Helen Kingsley