Sheriff's manor - Culture Tour After-Party

[alanwrotethis]

Dukes listens to Aurelia's answers with an amused nod, eyes narrowing as Jerome is discussed. At Aurelia's comments to him he makes eye, contact tilting his head, scrutinising, curious. He salutes her with his brandy bottle, appearing confused at her words as he toasts her.
His aura is unfazed throughout, only a hint of worry, warm even.
When Laurence dances for Durham his eyebrows meet at the top of his head and he laughs like a musketeer.

[L .]

Aurelia looks like someone whose not quite assimilated the surprise party after everyone has jumped out and shouted Surprise! Clearly, she is not expecting this.

"... Bravo."

[Andross Blint]

"My top choice for a bed partner? I shall of course assume by your grin you are meaning beyond the platonic boundaries of simple bed sharing.

In either case my choice would by Lady Raven, Matriarch of hypnotic tea, Mistress of darkness and of course Seductress of the Mythras Ventrue lineage. As for why, partially due to matching a taste i have in appearance choices, partially the mysterious mind of wonder she holds and finally the devilish eyes of temptation that could rip a mortals soul in two....
Does that satisfy your curiosity?
Next then. Elder Keane, i dare you to serve Elder Aurelia a portion of the tea in an arrousing and perhaps sexual a fashion as you can manage. She does quite clearly need her drinking vessel filled...."

[Bitterglass]

Durham starts snickering like a schoolchild.

[Manacledairman]

[Valentina Audley]

Valentina is sat, giggling quietly, thrilled at the success of her choice of game.

[alanwrotethis]

Dukes nods along, amused at the aftermath of Laurence's dance.
"This is a bucket of paint away from being a Propontis cave party, one of the tamer ones at least."
He chuckles to himself, stretching out onto the long chair.
As Andross gives his truth, Dukes stares at the ceiling, eyes turning sharp, briefly then back to a warm haze as he drinks his brandy.
He clears his throat.
"Silver-tongued Blint," he smiles, "I think you have a type."

[L .]

"He does? Oh how exciting, who do I resemble?" Aurelia shoots a dangerous look to Blint, all teeth in that grin.

To Aldrich she had previously chuckled, in mock horror for him.

[Posh-Tim]

Keane puffs up a little at the his praise from Aurelia, then takes in the other spectacles quietly. Not reacting overly but accepting the lust and nudity seemingly passively. Then his turn comes up. He sits for a moment thinking and just when it looks like someone will remind him its his turn he says. "Right then"
He stands up and Firstly pours a cup of tea. Then unbuckles the clasp at the front of his robe so they fall about his waist where they are tied with a belt. He reveals a skinny, pale (even for a kindred) torso with a number of black winding celtic tattoos running across his chest and back. He steps over to Andross momentarily;
"" Don't mind if I borrow this do you?"
And picks his hat off his head. He dons the hat and picks up the tea walking toward Aurelia. As he moves his form shimmers and by the time the figure arrives it is Andross holding a cup of tea, if a little skinnier than one mi. The deception is not a strong one and likely easily dismissed should anyone try, but Keane is hoping they won't. As that would spoil the fun. The Not-Andross take a knee before Aurelia, leans in and gently cups her face in one hand;
"My Lady" He says in a thick lilting Welsh accent, running his hand down her cheek and placing it upon the tea.
Then he stands turns and it is Keane once again. He passes the hat back to Andross and returns his cloak to its rightful place. Then, sits again next to Valentina looking calm, his aura awash with waves of panic and trepidation.
He looks about to try and Gauge a reaction.
"Umm, Elder Aldritch. Though you have only met some of us tonight, who here are you most afraid of?"
Then sits back to consider whether the choices he has made up to this point in his life were good ones.
(No, no they weren't)

[L .]

Aurelia's eyes move freely and quickly to the tattoos on Keane's chest, full of an academic's interest; she does not mind nudity, but has no real reaction to it either. Good-natured in the acceptance of her place in the dare, Aurelia just waits it out, like a good storm.

She outright laughs as he transforms, delighted, and because she can see his hand coming, Aurelia prepares herself by only going stiff; but the expression of bemused interest falters on her face, and she plasters on a politician's smile.