Ventrue Meeting: The Asylum

[Madison Wells]

Madison breaths an internal sigh of relief. While she did intend to help her family with their seeming lack of leadership and determination, she certainly did not have time to hold that kind of title. Her duties to the Sanctified had to come first. God was a patient man, but when one took oaths, one needed to deliver.

"I would be more then willing to back Miss Stamford as Priscus, should you have the need to step away from the position, Prince Clarke." Madison says without missing a beat. "I cannot take the position myself as my duties to the Sanctified would not allow for that level of availability. However, I would be more then willing to back her as Whip, if it is necessary and I am much more comfortable and familier with the skills necessarty for that position. Priscus requires a fine, precise head for politics which I fear I do not have."

[Asa]

Asa was pleased at the turn of events. He knew that perhaps he had an overly high standard for his clan, set high by the former residents, but it seemed these two at least understood what it meant to be Ventrue.

"It seems we are all agreed, then. I will let the Seneschal know that Miss Stamford is Acknowledged and is to be the Ventrue Priscus. It will be your right to keep Mr. Hartman as Whip, or choose someone else," he said, looking from Victoria to Madison.

"There is one last matter to address for my final act as Priscus," he said. Oh, yes, he had used future tense for Victoria's ascension.

Asa stood and looked at Victoria. "You knowingly took liberties with the Prince of the Domain, Victoria. Submit yourself for punishment by presenting yourself properly and asking for it," he said authoritatively, pointing to the floor in front of him.

[Victoria Stamford]

This man is just full of surprises. He is punishing me as Priscus and not as Prince. Interesting, so does that mean there will be another punishment that I may look forward to or not? Is it his chance to have a little fun at my expense or a way a reigning me in and asserting his dominance? Perhaps both?

Victoria stood up and took several slow stately steps to Asa and got down on her knees in front of him. Her beautiful brown eyes looked up to him pleadingly, yet with a hint of eager anticipation and curiosity.

“Please magnificent master, I beg you punish me as you see fit,” Victoria pleaded wholeheartedly. Since he was punishing her as the Priscus she thought to treat him as such.

[Asa]

Asa watched Victoria and regarded her for a few moments. It really was a mesmerizing sight. The woman was movie-star perfect, and her eyes promised unspeakable things. Add that she was intelligent, competent, and a Ventrue, on her knees before him...

Vicotria's true punishment would be to never know, never be rewarded with the satisfaction of seeing Asa's desire. The Sotoha Blood made his face a cool, impassive mask as he nodded approval at her submission.

The punishment that she would recognize, however, would still sting.

"Miss Wells will administer your punishment, as I have other things to do," Asa said coolly. He would neither honor her with his own hands or her scene with his presence. While he had enjoyed their game immensely and looked forward to the future, some lines simply could not be crossed. To touch him or address him so, in public...

"When she is finished, you may speak to my ghoul, Olivette, about the contact information of various family members, as well as provide your own. If you would like, I'm sure Cozette would love to have you here," Asa recited, as if he were telling Victoria how he'd like his coffee. Turning to Madison, he added, "Miss Wells, if you would be so kind as to also instruct this one in the Laws of the Domain?"

"Good evening," he said with a nod, as he exited.

[Madison Wells]

Madison looks at the Prince, her own blood enabling her to hide her irritation with him as well as he hides his own desire. She was not planning on being the dominate one, should she and Victoria ever find themselves in this type of situation. However, the Prince had given her a command and Madison could hardly deny him.

"Yes, Prince Clarke. I will attempt to give a punishment befitting the crime."

[Victoria Stamford]

The hardest part for Victoria was seeing the cold emotionless face of the Prince as he looked down at her, especially after what they shared before she knew his station. Things would have been so much easier for her if she had never seen that side of her Prince. At least the man looked like he was able to separate business from personal issues. To her that was a sign of a good leader.

I just got too carried away and crossed a line I knew better than to cross. You should have been thinking with your head you stupid girl.

She forced herself to watch the man as he he turned up his nose at her, walked across the room, and out the door. When he was gone, while still on her knees, she slumped down resting her shapely posterior on the cool carpeted floor. With a look of determination on her face she gave Madison a quick smile, perhaps a way of letting the woman know she understood, and as quickly as the smile was there it was gone. Victoria silently and stoically awaited her instructions from her new subordinate. Which only served to make the humiliation she felt almost unbearable.

[Madison Wells]

Madison shakes her head, not sure what to think. The Prince was apparently an enigma, but not one she was interested in understanding. For one, he is the Prince and above her no matter which way she looks at it, two, he is an elder and would most likely rather bore himself to death with mortal tedium then deal with a neonate, and three, she hadn't decided if she even liked him yet.

She gives Victoria her attention suddenly, her expression very similer to the Prince's. "You can start by explaining to me why I am punishing you. Although I try to be an attentive and observant individual, I cannot know what happens when I am not there. So please enlighten me."

She walks over to the couch the Prince was occupying and takes a seat.

[Victoria Stamford]

That's the question that Victoria feared the woman would ask, after all it is the question she would ask if she were in Madison's shoes. How much would the woman make her say of her offense? Would she make her go into detail or will just a listing of the offense be enough?

"After the meeting, while in possession of the knowledge that he was the Prince I physically came into contact with him and addressed him in a very familiar manner highly inappropriate for someone of his standing even in a public venue," Victoria finished matter of factly, while hoping the woman would not make her say exactly what she did.

[Madison Wells]

Madison quirks an eyebrow, intrigued that not only did the woman have the balls to make such an offense but she had brass ones to actually admit to it.

"Exactly what kind of physical contact are we talking about here and what did you refer to him as besides Prince Clarke?"

Madison would never knowingly break protocol in such a manner, especially in public, regardless if she was sleeping with the Prince behind closed doors. It was simply not done.

[Victoria Stamford]

Damn, this woman isn't easily placated. Who am I kidding, I knew she wasn't going to be happy with that answer, but it was worth a shot.

"Very well, I lightly brushed up against his back with my shoulder and whispered in his ear. I believe my exact words were 'hey there handsome.' I knew better than to address him as such and still forgot myself violating decorum."