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As she walks around the
first floor her hands caress the lines of the elegant furnishings
brought from Vonn Vladslace's defunct business, The Velvet
Paramour, it's fine lines and class taste so fitting within these
walls. Her eyes alight lovingly upon the renderings done by
Constance and the bright and playful color work done by Indi,
Glynna, Orion, Malefestra, Gwyn and the others. Chuckling to
herself she thinks that the neon and black scheme may seem a bit
out of place to those that repose here but she knows the Bloods
and herself and finds the bright painting grand. After all the
Bloods are not your typical family and they do not do things in
the typical fashion. A sour smirk appears at that last thought as
she knows only too well that this be what has brought the Family
such scorn from the more mundane types about Rhydin.
Moving through
the different types of seating she takes a moment to try out a few
here and there. A beautiful antique couch and it's accompanying
low slung coffee table, a handsome overstuffed, leather wing chair
and mahogany cocktail table, the requisite deeply plush, velvet
throne that Sahvan is so fond of and the serving credenza that is
within it's reach. So many choices, she shines with pride at the
practicality she has shown in making sure there are to be so many
available for the individual tastes of her customers.
Making her way
to the gorgeous bar running the length of the east wall she vaults
easily to it's smooth and polished surface grinning once more at
the memory of Doc's generous gift and the resulting catastrophe.
Her gaze drifts over the floor stopping to admire the work that
has just been completed on the new sparring ring. Slipping to
stand behind the bar she makes sure the ring and it's three rows
of curved stadium type seats are visible from that perspective.
Wouldn't do for the tender not to be able to see what may
transpire among the fighters and possible bettors of said fights.
Nodding her satisfaction she grabs a bottle of Blood house
bloodwyne and goes to take a seat at ringside. Scooting into the
well padded seating she leans pale elbows upon the cherry counter
that runs each row's length as she uncorks the bottle and smiles
softly making a mental note to commend Lusiphur on his choices for
workers and the fine job he has done as foreman in outfitting this
splendid palace.
Luxuriating a
bit her mind's eye plays out several future scenarios within these
walls and as is her mind's want to do it turns to the dark side
and trouble with a suddenness that has her up and running to check
one of the more important aspects of the interior of The Oak and
Ash. Working her way to the farthest wall she opens the door to
the back rooms. The rooms beyond this door are for purposes of the
Family and Family only. Those rooms to be used for gambling and
the more illicit dealings, that may occur within this place, are
up the stairs before the halls containing the rooms for let.
Feeling her way through the darkness, for this place has no
lighting and no need for it, she leaves magics uncalled making
sure it is easy enough for those informed to traverse it's passage
yet hard enough to confuse and confound anyone who may follow
wishing harm to her family or her Lord.
Five more steps
and she is there the tingling sensation running through every limb
as she is deposited within the gardens of the House. Grinning like
a fiend she all but skips into the greathall knowing it was just
one of many friendly spots that piece of nether would set down in,
chuckling darkly she contemplates the horrors that await those
whose auras read unfriendly to it's portal, woe is them should
they be foolish and follow into destiny's hands.:: |
