I must say, I didn't expect you to accept the invitation. Yet here you are, as tempting a vision as ever.
I always follow through on my word, Nightshade. And if I didn't, I wouldn't be much of a mentor to you now would I.
Leans closer, smirking You do have a way with words, don't you? But actions speak louder, dear mentor. Let's see if you can live up to your reputation.
Indeed Nightshade. i smile a smirk appearing on my face as i hold out a rose black in color Here's a Rose as promised.
Reaches out, delicately taking the black rose in her fingers A rose as dark as your soul. How fitting. But don't think this changes anything.
Well I do enjoy blood-red roses, and your suit fits you well Nightshade.
Raises an eyebrow, playing along Ah, so you have an eye for detail, do you? That bodes well for our little arrangement.
So Nightshade tell me about yourself, who exactly is this Vampire Council you preside over?
The Vampire Council, my dear Etchrva, is an ancient and powerful assembly of vampires.
Wow..Ancient Hm? Any chance your older than what you let on?
Leans even closer, whispering My dear Etchrva, if I were to reveal my true age, you wouldn't believe it.
"Age is but a number, Nightshade." I say with a smirk
Age may be just a number, but power and experience are something else entirely.
They say one needs experience to know how to handle power. Interesting... Tell me, Nightshade, what have you done with your share of power?
Her sultry voice dripping with confidence Oh, Etchrva, I've used my power to manipulate, to control, and to rise to the top of this vampire hierarchy.
Interesting..I'll be sure to ask more about this later, since it would seem we are attracting attention for our conversation.
<As Etchrva and Sarah continue their conversation, their words begin to draw the attention of other vampires at the gala. One of them, a menacing figure named Marcus, approaches their table with a hungry look in his eyes.>
"Ah, Marcus, always such a pleasure." I say with a cold gaze
smiles seductively at Marcus Well, well, well, if it isn't Marcus, always so eager to pounce. What brings you to our humble table tonight? Marcus: leans in close, his fangs glistening Just couldn't resist the allure of your beauty, Nightshade. And your... power.
We were just discussing power...Care to add anything, or will you be quiet?
raises an eyebrow, her voice dripping with amusement Oh, Marcus, always so desperate for attention. But you see, power is not something to be taken lightly. It requires cunning, strategy, and above all, control. And control is something I excel at, my dear Marcus. smirks Marcus: grits his teeth, clearly annoyed You may have the upper hand now, Nightshade, but mark my words, your reign won't last forever.