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From: The Bane of Yorkshire
The Ventrue chuckled mildly at her companions' saucy jokes, all the while pondering how they could be so arrogant and overbearing in their power while being so simultaneously...common. Still, these were the modern day aristocrats, for better or worse, and had even begun to judge each others' standings by breeding again...even if the old bloodlines had been tainted.
They sat in a small group with Lucille at the ritzy lounge, trading stories and secrets they would not dare do outside of this room. It seemed that humans felt the necessity pretend at drinking their wine just as much as she did, though their inebriation stemmed further from her more personal charm than it ever could from the myriad forms of intoxicating beverages available.
Minutes turned to hours as the night waned on, laughing and joking with the city and district councilmen that she posed her propositions of furthered wealth and power to previously. Her words seemed to err on supernatural effect, bending them to her will...in reality, she had only to woo them with the more prosaic discourse that trickled from her lips. Centuries of social interaction and training from the TRUE elite had rendered this second nature. It began to make her feel more at home, yet homesick at the same time...in essence, the rigors of vampirism were less her forte than the pulling of mortal strings.
Incredible, she thought. As late as the eve was, they still craved her attention and approval, at the behest of their own spouses and children. At long last, the ancient aristocrat spoke her goodbyes and conveyed her regrets to the masses of ensorcelled rhetoric before taking her leave to flee the dawning of the light, her corpsed heart warmed with the thoughts that she could still influence the masses after all these years.
They would follow her whims and become rich and die trying as she lined their pockets a-silver...or they would resist and refuse and die trying as they slowly transformed into paupers.
But we all know what they would pick...right?