Drinks on me

[Cylon]

Cylon bites back his immediate response… No, you don’t swaddle into Primogen of Clan Tremere simply by birth right in the same way some stuck up aristocratic Ventrue might. He would know opium isn’t an illegal substance and that it can be traded without fear of law enforcement, just he knows full well brothels are also not illegal. In fact, come to think about it, just like Lady Mayweather knows that they met in Bristol… What game are they playing?

He is both patronised and slightly intrigued. Best not to rise to it.

“As my lady is well aware there is a shortage of opium in the city due to supply drying up. I am offering her an arm that can overcome this.” Cylon shrugs nonchalantly, the chair wobbles again.

“As for protection – if your establishment lacks it - I can certainly provide it?”

“But if I may be so bold. I feel there is a deeper concern here. May I ask what it is?”

[eponine]

"I am lead to believe you have not thought this through, you must be aware of the effects of opium on the body, including hallucinations and sexual inability and that would affect my trade, and should my customers have hallucinations and get confused they could harm my girls. I admire your audacity in being so bold with me but I am left feeling you have not considered all potential consequences. My establishment is respectable and elegant, but should someone die there because of opium what affect do think it will have on my reputation?"

[Cylon]

“Sexual dysfunction!? Nothing of the sort mam, opeum only enhances the experience! More so than alcohol some would say. As for violence, you must run a very vallila establishment indeed. Surely you have security to prevent some of your customers from getting out of hand?”

“I am simply asking you to try this. Nothing more. If it causes more trouble then it’s worth we can revisit this arrangement. Ether way I am still offering you a major boon”.

[eponine]

She sits up tall lifting her chin indignantly.

"Are you suggesting that I of all people can not provide significant safety for my girls and deal with problem mortals myself? However opium increases the risk."

[Prof. Albert Campion]

"Mr Cylon I am not talking about mundane security, Lady Mayweather already has that. I am talking about keeping criminal gangs and over zealous busy bodies out of the affairs of Kindred. If the Ladies business becomes associated with Opium dealing you can be assured that their eyes will be drawn to it. Can you guarantee discretion on the part of your agents and their clients?

Very well you have made your offer and furnished us with your opinions on opium. Now I must ask what you can provide for a major Boon? There is no point in demanding something that is out of your reach for repayment of such a boon. I would also ask how long you would intend this arrangement to last for? If you intend it to go on for years or decades then a single boon hardly seems sufficient does it?"

[Cylon]

The chair snaps back into position as Cylon leans forward smiling.

“Yes, security can be guaranteed. The arrangement would last for 6 months as is customary for a major boon. You will be asked to forbid any other kind of drugs in your establishment with the exception of alcohol to ensure no competition. I will provide the details to arrange delivery of the product. I will provide the initial fee but there after we will ask proceeds from the sale to be provided directly to my contacts. I would also like your courtiers to recommend the product to your clients, if you wish to adjust the price to ensure your girls have a slice of the profits..." Cylon shrugs. "That is your choice.”

[eponine]

"Would you be offended if I were to request a few moments to discuss this with Elder Campion alone?"

[Cylon]

Cylon shrugs. “I understand Tremere chanceries are led by their elders. Please do. I wish to speak to Professor Campion alone myself, but all in due time.”

[eponine]

She stands and turns to Campion "Professor Campion, would you please escort me outside? I wish to seek your council on this matter before I make a decision."

[Prof. Albert Campion]

"Certainly Milady, " Campion stands and aids Lady Mayweather from her chair before offering her his arm to escort her outside. His eyes quickly scan the room and he notes the man he saw before is still drinking alone at his table.

[will continue conversation via PM till we get back inside]