The Hellfire Club - Paris, France (CVnU Location)

His flawless, high-class appearance, dramatically complimented by an appropriately fitting, black, tieless Dolce & Gabbana Martini suit. Seated on one of the extravagantly lavish, white leather sofas in the beautifully-decorated lounge, the perpetually dapper Don Andres calmly reaches for his nearby glass of his preferred scotch whisky, Johnnie Walker's Gold Label. Bringing the alcoholic beverage to his lips, he indulges in the sense of exclusivity that the premier, high-society club embraces its White King with.

@Morte_Knightfall: A bartender slides on over to Morte and taps on the counter a few times. "Hello once again sir, how is the night running for yourself?" He asked as he started creating the drink Morte usually orders. The Hellfire employee was a duplicate of Dan Lincoln, however this was one Dan referred to as a "lifer" duplicate, one that stays somewhere for a long duration of time for surveillance purposes. This one in particular has been working at the club for two years, losing thee power to create duplicates.

@Morte_Knightfall: Switching to Ravenna

@_Enchantress_: Looking forward to it :)

@Lincoln_Protocol: Somewhat recognizing the dupe, having once met Dan in New York, his erratic schedule however, had prevented any further interaction between the two. Not particularly remembering the detective, he responded, his instinctive charismatic smirk augmenting the effortless charm of his words, "Do I know you?", he asked with a slightly raised brow, "Forgive me if I do not remember your name, senor", apologizing politely before answering the dupe's question, "The night, for now, she is perfect".

@Clara Mass: "A round for you miss?" Danial asked.

@Morte_Knightfall: "Danial Richards sir, and it's fine really, you're not here to remember names" The charming employee chuckled while serving him his drink. "On the house."

@Clara Mass: Raising a brow in response to her apparent excitement, Andres chuckles coolly, "Is that so?", smiling with obligated politeness yet genuine, natural kindness.

@Lincoln_Protocol: "Ah Danial eh? Tell me Senor Richards", pausing, his attention briefly swayed by the sight of a group of captivating women. Returning his attention to the bartender, he continues, "How long have you been here for? You seem familiar but I do believe I'd remember the face of one who's worked here long enough hmm?".

@Morte_Knightfall: Donning a Haider Ackerman fur coat over her small black Gucci dress, the undead mistress removed herself from her perch overlooking the area of the club open to the public to approach the intriguing Spaniard. She recognized him vaguely, knowing full well he was the Hellfire's own White King. With an alluring smile the Italian beauty walked toward him before pausing to rest a hand on her hip, the pose exposing much of her lengthy olive toned legs. "How are you enjoying your stay at the Hellfire Club, Mr. Knightfall?" she asked politely, a playful smile making its way across her face.

@Morte_Knightfall: "First week on the counter sir, just got bumped up from the wine cellars after almost two years, been quite the quest" Danial chuckled while grabbing a wet rag and wiped down the counter. He was telling the truth, this dupe really had spent alot if time in this place.

@Clara Mass: "Your bourbon, miss" Danial slide the glass onto the counter while placing a coaster under it.

@Ravenna: "Something to drink, miss?"

@Lincoln_Protocol: "Bourbon, quickly," she said dismissively, a glimpse of her unnaturally fanged canines visible as she said it.

@Clara Mass: "I assumed as much", the Catalan gentleman replied, diverting his attention back to his beverage. "Not to be rude senora, but was there.. something you wanted?", he asked, raising his brow.

@Ravenna: While largely interested in his own period of relaxation, Andres found his attention swaying towards the captivating sight of a striking woman. Instinctively responding to her polite words with a tranquil smile radiating effortless charm, he replied, "Ah but of course, tis quite the establishment, no?", pausing as he calmly rose to his feet, setting his glass down on the nearby table. Politely extending a hand towards the vampiric mistress, Don Andres's mesmeric, dark blue eyes meet the alluring enchantress' with immediate response, "Forgive my manners senora, but I don't believe we've met".

@Lincoln_Protocol: "I see, congratulations then", kindly placing a palm on the bartender's shoulder.

@Ravenna: Danial swiftly gets her a glass and pours the drink, handing it off with a subtle wink. "There you are miss."

@Clara Mass: Danial gives a smirk and a nod, going about his business.

@Morte_Knightfall: Danial's professional attitude was caught off guard by the kind gesture, merely chuckling and nodding.

@Clara Mass: "Begging is not very attractive my dear", chuckling softly as he jested, "I kid, senora", accepting her handshake, unaware of her actual motives but not particularly interested at the moment. "What would you like to know?", he asked, politely gesturing for her to seat herself.

@Lincoln_Protocol: "Keep up the good work, Senor Richards. Perhaps another day you will be further promoted".

The blonde woman strode into the Hellfire Club with the authority of her rank. Her white leather attire was fitting for the setting, but even then, the vampiress stood apart, commanding attention with her icy gaze and tightly clad curves. Her cape trailed behind in her wake, the crowd parting as she went, her tall heels clacking against the hard floor. She was Alexandra Steele, the White Queen.

@Morte_Knightfall: Throughout her years she had developed an affinity for a certain genre of men, a genre the Spanish Knightfall undoubtedly fell within. Taking a seat across from him she folded her legs elegantly, her grace and beauty reminiscent to that of the tantalizing Venus flytrap. With a glass of Bourbon relaxing in the same hand where a single gold band dangled loosely around her thin wrist. "Yes, the Hellfire Club always impresses. You should have seen the Milan one," she said with a mischievous grin before bringing her drink up to her lips for a small sip. "Ravenna Borromeo, as in the islands, yes," she explained causally, her alluring gaze never leaving him.

@Lincoln_Protocol: "Surely you must have something in your eye, peasant," she hissed as he handed her her drink, her eyes narrowing.

@Ravenna: "Of course miss" Danial simply smiled and turned to @The Psyentist: And he smiled. "Something I can get you miss?" This dupe had been here for two years, he had no idea that Dan had interacted with Alexandra.

@Lincoln_Protocol: "Doctor, mistress, queen... anything but that disgustingly pedestrian 'miss'." She rolled her eyes. "I'll have a vodka martini, dry." The doctor's eyes narrowed. "I know you. Dan Lincoln." She remembered he had been investigating the HFC.

@The Psyentist: As the impressive vampire made her way into the club Ran moved out of her way as he thought he should and watched her with a certain affinity for her power over everyone. "So maybe I'm not the most amazing person in this club after all." Eventually he moved through the crowd until he could get close to her and asked "Hey ma'am! Ma'am do you have a second for a humble fellow like me?" he's not humble so his sarcasm did ring clear.

@Power_Plug: "I have all the time in world." She smiled with mock sweetness written in her blood-red lips. "But for you... doubtful."

@Clara Mass: (keep that look. SW is badass)

@The Psyentist: "Sorry doctor, but I don't know that name.." Danial was a little worried that she knew his real name, the duplicate was confused onto why she was being so aggressive. Within seconds, a perfect dry vodka martini. "There you are Doctor.."

@Power_Plug: "Something for you boss?" Danial draped a rag over his shoulder and smiled.

@Quintus_Knightfall: (Will do. Just need some nice av's)

@Lincoln_Protocol: "Hm... well, that's good. Otherwise I just might have to make your forcible departure rather unpleasant." She took the glass in her white hand. "Thank you." The blonde woman took a sip. "Satisfactory."

@Clara Mass: "Well, you claim to have heard good things about me. I'd assume you know that I do, no?", raising a brow in composed response to her joke. "Tis a good question", he paused, "But you must know senora, not everyone who asks is accepted". "What is your name again? Or did you not mention it?", he asked with obligated politeness.

@Ravenna: Upon hearing her uttered name, a pleased smile slowly manifested, "The Queen herself, hermosa", casting a quick wink, conveying flirtatious intent, now recognizing her position in the high-society club. "Ah yes, I was told of it, tis a pity I was not there for it. But it is pleasing that the Hellfire Club has risen once again. The world, she was missing a certain... style and class", pausing to bring his scotch whisky to his lips before resting the glass on the table. "That is a stunning dress by the way, a woman of impeccable taste I see", smiling charmingly.

@The Psyentist: "Would you mind if I were to ask why I would need to leave Doctor? You have had me on your staff for two years.." Danial smiled at her comment. "Many thanks."

@Lincoln_Protocol: "Oh, no reason. If you are who you say you are. Or rather not." She stared off into the club, her face turned from him.

@The Psyentist: "Ooo. Ouch. I'll have to write that one down for later"@Lincoln_Protocol: Ran then tries to gain the attention of the on duty bartender. Then he turns his attention back to the woman near him "So what did you do to get a welcoming entrance like that huh? Kill a giant? I could do that." part of Ran was determined to make this individual actually converse with him. Why? Not even he really knew, he just got sort of caught up in his own pride.

@The Psyentist said:

@Power_Plug: "I have all the time in world." She smiled with mock sweetness written in her blood-red lips. "But for you... doubtful."

LOOOOOL

@Morte_Knightfall said:

@The Psyentist said:

@Power_Plug: "I have all the time in world." She smiled with mock sweetness written in her blood-red lips. "But for you... doubtful."

LOOOOOL

;)

@Morte_Knightfall: "It always is, until a new Hellfire era begins," she smiled, her very existence maintaining an effortless level of amorous appeal. Slowly she stripped herself of the heavy fur coat, exposing the entirety of the form-fitting black dress that hugged every one of her enticing curves. "Thank you, tesoro. I can't find any complaints for your debonair attire either," she complimented, shifting herself closer to the aristocratic Spaniard. "So, Mr. Knightfall, what plans do you have for this fine evening in the City of Romance, as they call it."

@Ravenna: "True words my dear, true words indeed", a controlled chuckle escaping him, "Tis rather fortunate for the world", jesting prior to intently studying the alluring mistress' flawless figure, his captivating eyes cheekily stripping her before returning their gaze to her enchanting eyes. "Gracias querida. Gracias", casting an inviting wink in her direction. As the distance between both high-society savants lessened, Don Andres smirked charmingly, his instinctively flirtatious gaze crafting a flawless atmosphere of unmitigated allure. "Good question, reina. I was intent on simply relaxing in the lounge, but perhaps a change of plans could be made for a hermosa reina".

@Morte_Knightfall said:

@Ravenna: "True words my dear, true words indeed", a controlled chuckle escaping him, "Tis rather fortunate for the world", jesting prior to intently studying the alluring mistress' flawless figure, his captivating eyes cheekily stripping her before returning their gaze to her enchanting eyes. "Gracias querida. Gracias", casting an inviting wink in her direction. As the distance between both high-society savants lessened, Don Andres smirked charmingly, his instinctively flirtatious gaze crafting a flawless atmosphere of unmitigated allure. "Good question, reina. I was intent on simply relaxing in the lounge, but perhaps a change of plans could be made for a hermosa reina".

The doctor stood to her feet, placing her glass down as she caught site of a familiar face... and a familiar situation. "Why, Andres, darling. I do believe your drooling. You certainly seem to have a particular weakness for the deadly sort."

@Clara Mass: "Ah cocky are we?", he pointed out, chuckling calmly, "Well extranjera, denying me knowledge of your name would be going against the policy as well. So, let me ask again, your name?".

@The Psyentist: "Mi amor", chuckling calmly, "I did not take you for the jealous type", he teased, pleased at the sight of the radiant telepath. "Tis harmless flirting my dear", Don Andres assured, gently meeting the doctor's eyes with a truthfulness and sincerity, his attraction while existent would not allow him to disrespect what he had romantically cultivated with the vampiric telepath. He had no intent on pursuing anything with another.

@Morte_Knightfall: "My white king, I have no fear. You are certainly a man with a taste for beauty. I cannot fault you for that." The doctor winked with a sly grin.

@Clara Mass: "Mhmm, of course", his disinterest seemingly accumulating at her attempted jesting. Refocusing his attention on his scotch whisky, he re-indulges in his luxurious setting.

@The Psyentist: Smiling charmingly in response, the dapper Catalan rises from his seat, approaching his beloved, instinctively holding her delicate hands with undeniable affection. "Your faith in me apreciado", he paused, amorously meeting her arctic blue eyes, "Mi rubia, there is something we need to speak of. It is important. But not here. Come with me to the yacht", intent on discussing an as of now, cryptic subject.

@Morte_Knightfall: Her brows knit, her gloved hands clinging to his. "Of course, Andres."

@Clara Mass: (LOL be sure to catch him in a better mood next time)