Entering Eve

[Becca]

Something about being so close to the river made the smell of rain in the basement mix with a hint of sulpher. From the Roman waters, no doubt. The scent was at once disgusting and enthralling, speaking of the unknown and ancient.

The basement of Eve was warm from those invisible waters, and the fires in the individual rooms raised the temperature to a very comfortable level. Comfort was important down here, the mortals who spent their lives in these rooms were pampered and well kept. Angelina made a point of visiting her herd at least once a week for just a social call - it made the more lucid of them feel valued, and the others at least aware of her presence.

Each room was themed based on the "flavour" of the mortals inside. Kept in groups of two or three, each cell was fitted with a discrete toiletting area and a space for eating at the back and the main attraction at the front, the lounge. Sleeping, resting and entertaining themselves with their favourite vices was the purpose of this room, as well as providing the business area for Eve's clients.

Pampered, fed, given all manner of intoxicants and allowed to read, play, talk and generally luxuriate as they wished - the only thing the delicacies of Eve were not permitted to do was leave.

[Becca]

Angelina traditionally spends most of her time at Eve working in her office - it is situated in the back of the upstairs lounge, where her customers can relax and wait for their turn visiting the herd down below. All manner of entertainments can be found in the main lounge - dancing girls, alcohol, newspapers and books, table games and a few of the herd being "rested" and allowed to chat to the guests as required. All mortals entering the building or working the upstairs room are wearing a green ribbon, and client behavior towards them is carefully monitored by Angelina's ghouls.

Any difficulties will immediately attract the attention of the ever smiling, ever calm Toreador - the sight of her swooping from the office like a large raven intent on fresh prey is enough to make most troublemakers behave themselves.

Visits to the Herd are by appointment only - the barman is the port of call for whatever takes the fancy of the Kindred in question and the entrance to the basement is through the bar itself. Feeding is the standard goal, but some of the herd are available for other entertainments such as conversations, sex, sadomasochism - Angelina understands that for many Kindred, blood alone does not satisfy. The only taboo is killing - the death of one of her Herd is met with either a strict lifetime ban or a great deal of repayment on behalf of the killer.

Eve serves all - both residents in the city and those passing through - if she is in, Angelina is happy to chat to anyone who wants to see her.