Private Salon

[Jennifer Hazelton]

The two-story salon had an artistic styled sign across the entrance with the name Lotus.
The location of the building, nestled on a walkway near other artistic venues, suggests Blushing would be advised. The lighting within the salon allowed one to see the space, yet was dim.

Upon arriving, Liam steps forward to greet you. Liam waits to accept coats and accessories by the coat check to the left. The next door led to a small room with a few seats along the wall, yet mostly open space. This space was where ghouls and proxies were sent while business was conducted. A small hallway with two locked doors led to an upstairs area, reserved for a small office area for managing the salon.
Liam leads guests as they arrive down a hall. You leave behind the rooms that compose the salon, walking towards the hall. Two large glass globes with small openings at the top were just before the hall. Within these globes, lotus flowers floated in clear water.

You arrive at a small ballroom. The room was appointed in finery and spared no expense, decorated tonight in green and gold. There are expansive brocades of gold and green silk draped over the walls. A low table bore small vases bearing roses, alternating pattern of a red rose to a white rose.
There is room to stand in the center to converse. A look around reveals a long table with a green tablecloth set up with some floral strands of white roses. One tray held small blooms of various roses. They were clipped to be free to slip into a jacket pocket. A small separate tray of pins sat on a tray with rose petals for the blooms could be pinned to blouses or other attire. A hand written notecard in Jennifer's hand read Take a favor.
The roses were First red, Helio and Jade rose blossoms.

The sitting area was composed of comfortable arm chairs, each arranged for conversation. Vivaldi was piped in on the overhead. The Four Seasons, Concerto No. 1 in E Major, RV 269 "Spring played softly.
Jennifer sat in the seated area; a jade rose blossom pinned to her bodice. She wore golden colored sandals. Jennifer wore a fall casual outfit. The pieces were tailored to her 5’7” frame, green pants, a pinned scarf in a brighter color scheme. Most noticeably, she was not wearing a gown. Jennifer was wearing her Nosferatu ring and the ring that symbolized something important to her, the chocolate diamond and white diamond ring.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Jennifer is Blushed

[Alicia Silvers]

Stepping out of the car a bit away to walk the final distance, not fully certain what to expect of the night but recalling the words of where they would be as false life flushes through her system.

Eyes lookin upon Liam with a courteous glance as she heads inside, opting to not utilize the coat room, each piece of her attire carefully selected for the evening. A finer corset, paired with a opened leather jacket to let them both be seen, and a dark lace asymmetrical corset skirt, not that she believed the meaning behind it would be known. Dark and red gloves mostly covered by her jacket dark rose pattern heel boots, Nails of roses, in accompaniment with red eye shadow, a dark and red choker, thick raven black stylized hair, and lastly her cherished purple lips being the one break of the otherwise clear pattern.

Eyes darting over the area as she walks through the corridors, taking in the majestic sights of lotus flowers and beauty around her, taking a deep inhale of her Fum mod and putting it away to give herself a fresh mouth scent to accompany her floral perfume with key notes of a trio of jasmine flowers paired to sparkling blackcurrant fuse with warm vanilla and rich woods. Fully aware that the respect of the perfume choice would most likely not be picked up on as she enters into the ballroom with a well honed look upon her from far to many years in this kind of world. Feeling all to familiar to times of old, a life escaped, one of the two lives she hadn´t chosen, almost funny how the two interjected with one another in such ways.

Gazing over the roses in the room, taking in the music as she slowly walks past them all, making sure to let her eyes take in their beauty, the arrangements of the night, the carefully placed flowers and gifts along with their meaning or perhaps potential meanings. Looking upon the pins and the note as she passes them by, making certain to take it all in but touch nothing. A bit surprised that she seemed the first to arrive as she walks up to the hostess.
Lowering her head and curtsying deeply before her, making sure to remain down.
"Thank you for your kind invitation upon this night Venerable Lady Hazelton." Slowly beginning to rise as she stretches out three green roses toward the woman. "Kindly forgive my lack of manners, are we safe to speak openly here in this majestically decorated ballroom?"

[Rebecca Dawson]

Rebecca nodded politely to Liam and handed him her coat and bag. She thanked the Ghoul politely for his assistance and took her time looking around as she was escorted. Lovely. Everything was well appointed. It made her feel at ease to see such a rigorous high standard of presentation. It gave one a feeling of order. And Expectation.


Rebecca was wearing all black this evening. A black cashmere turtleneck, a black leather skirt with large denim button accents undone up her thigh just enough to show her tattoo there. The black ensemble was of course to emphasize the fantastic statement necklace she wore. The stones were Opal and Moissanite, and had many spiritual properties to both.


Her hair was pinned up carefully, and secured with hair pins that had small moissanite gems that glimmered in her hair like captive stars. The only other jewelry she wore was a diamond and platinum rose ring on the left ring finger.


Rebecca went to her host, smiling as she did so. “Good evening Seneschal Hazelton. I am most pleased to accept your invitation this evening."


Then she turned to her cousin. “Hello Ms. Silvers its nice to see you, as always!”

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Jennifer strode in a lady-like manner to the table that she has set up and plucked a Helio rose blossom.
"Hello, Ms. Silvers. This is my private building that I own. Liam will have locked the door against outsiders. One can speak freely while in this building tonight.

Hello, Ms. Dawson. I welcome you both to my salon. This is a place to have genteel discussions and exchange information, perhaps. I am pleased that you have chosen to attend.
I do remind on genteel behavior, although this is not Elysium. The flowers are for beauty and a message, if one knows the language of Flowers. The language of flowers made popular in the Victorian times.

Do either of you have a favorite flower?"

[Alicia Silvers]

"Marvelous." Eyes peering out over the area, memory more so on the walk in to the room than the room they were in themselves. "It is a enchanting place you have designed here, worthy of praise to no end, I especially love the Lotus flower connection in symbology and appeal alike." For a very different reason though.

Eyes immediately drawn to her cousin as she made her appearance, what eyes wouldn´t be drawn to such a sight?
"It is lovely to see you cousin, and such a lovely ring you are wearing this night. Truly only outdone by your own radiance." Feeling the sensation of her beast, the instinct to flee as two clearly stronger predators surround her, made all the worse with the potential meanings around them, using the moment the both were busy with one another to push it back down, to keep herself from reacting in a negative manner and be present.

Looking out over the roses, mentally going over their meaning one by one, not that she spoke the language of flowers with a few exceptions, what rose would not learn the meaning of roses? Sanctity, sacrifice, and renewal, such an intriguing potential meaning. It wasn´t their primary symbolism true but still no rose of that era held merely one simple symbolic meaning. Turning her eyes toward the Seneschal with a soft look upon her.
"Is that truly a fair question to ask of" looking to her cousin and back "her and I?" Turning her eyes toward the entrance to the ballroom with a light hint of a smile, not rude enough to not answer. "Fortune once gave me the chance to witness the middlemist´s red, still the Juliet rose is hard to contend with." Letting her eyes wander back curious to hear her cousins response, at one point in time we might have agreed though.

[Otto Schneider]

Otto had debated on whether he would try to experiment with his wardrobe. He compromised and still wore a suit but decided on a pinstriped ensemble with a knitted tie. His breast pocket was, as usual, emblazoned with a pin. You're positively adventurous with your wardrobe, you know that? The deprecating comment didn't show on his features as he approached Liam with a neutral expression and politely declined to surrender his jacket.

He followed the Ghoul to the small ballroom and offered a nod before the tray of roses caught his attention. A smile tugged at his lips and the Priest paused for a few seconds before gently taking one of the flowers with a shorter stem and carefully placing it in his breast pocket. First Red. He knew it made more sense for them to be clipped, but a small part of him was disappointed that they were free of thorns. Don't be sentimental.

At first his gaze went towards one of the chairs, but upon seeing the hostess and two other Kindred he'd briefly been acquainted with, Otto made his way towards the gathering. He waited for an appropriate break in conversation and inclined his head to Alicia and Rebecca. "Ms. Silvers, Ms. Dawson, good evening to you both." He turned to Jennifer and bowed about forty-five degrees. "Most Gracious Lady Seneschal Hazelton, thank you kindly for the invitation." He smiled as he straightened out and held his arms behind his back.

"I apologize if I am interrupting, but I felt the need to pay my respects to the hostess." He took a half-step back from the women to make it clear he was willing to disengage if unwelcome without outright abandoning the conversation if there was no objection.

[Benedikta Grey]

Benedikta arrived bearing attire fitting for the lowering temperatures. However, the outfit was far different than her usual street style, evoking a more cozy look.

Walking with Liam, Benny allows her eyes to wander to the Lotus' decor. She had been here before, but the Salon was always a sight and it was hard not to appreciate the effort put in to crafting the space.

Eventually reaching the tray, Benny's eyebrows raised as she beheld the clipped roses. Was this some enriching Invictus ceremony she was far too 'plebian' to understand? Probably, but the Seneschal had been nothing if not accommodating to those who lacked her affiliation. Thus, without much thought, Benny simply plucked the rose she liked the most, a Helios, and pinned it to her white overshirt before proceeding on.

Upon arriving, Benny's eyes landed first upon the Seneschal, the most senior of the Kindred present, before she bowed her head in respect to her position.

"Good evening, Lady Seneschal," she offered before righting herself, "I'll admit I'm pleased our last visit went well enough to warrant another."

Then the Mekhet faced the other Kindred.

"Ms. Silvers... Ms. Dawson... Mr. Schneider," she said, offering a nod to each name in turn to acknowledge each as a known quantity to the Domain.