[Sodium_noir] Hell is other people

[Spikey]

Ash & Alessandra Gaspare
Toreador & Old Clan Tzimisce
The Sinclair Mansion

Alessandra neither bowed her head nor curtseyed before
Gotham's Prince.  Instead, she greeted him as she
would any gentleman of refinement.  Extending a hand
and offering a demure smile, the Tzimisce replied, "
How kind of you you to say so.  Good evening, Senor
Montoya."  She hadn't been in the city long enough to
trust how its Camarilla would receive her, despite her
initial affiliation with the Malkavian seneschal. 
Alessa kept her political leanings - if she possessed
any at all - well hidden.

She smiled at Devlin.  "Very nice to see you, Devlin. 
What a splendid gathering this is."

Her hand pressed gently on Ash's arm.  The Koldun
resisted the temptation to steal a glance at
Christophe and silently scolded herself for allowing
such weakness.  

"My darling, would you be kind enough to find a glass
of wine for me?"

"Oh, of course!" Ash replied. A curt bow of the head to Montoya and he slipped away to find a waitress. Montoya turned slightly away from Alessandra, looking out over the crowd. In his hand a glass of liquid still not yet sipped.

"It seems as though you have made quite an impact on the upper eschelons of my council Lady Gaspare, first Christophe and now Ash. I hadn't realised the skills of your Clan ran as deep as restarting dead hearts!"


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