A blink was all it took.<br/><br/>Blink and you would miss how one moment they were in the gardens and the next they were in the luxurious hotel restaurant. One step was all it took, promptly ignoring Damien's questions as they did so.<br/><br/>The restaurant was grand. Black candles hung suspended in the air, floating really, upside-down no less, with not signs of stray wax hitting and burning staff or guests as they walked and dined under the three tiered chandelier-esque enchantment. Square art deco mirrors with delicate frosting designs that adapted to the atmosphere, periodically dotted the walls between large windows either side. Right down the centre was a blood red carpet atop rich wood flooring, that ran to the back where a frosted glass bar awaited, adorned in icy blue, gold and black tones. Royal blue booths trimmed in gold, that were a step lower than the floor gave patrons intimacy and privacy if they so desired. Behind them were black granite tables with gold leaf painted legs, surrounded by royal blue, gold trim velvet chairs. Each table was placed before a large window if one decided to dine under the stars without their food getting cold.<br/><br/>Diners had a choice between the buffet which was laid out like a medieval inspired decorative feast if you weren't sure what you wanted or you wanted some of everything, or you could choose from the menu, chefs specials for the week.<br/><br/>The hints of blue in Aarya's attire matched that of the restaurant, but other than that she looked like a ghost drifting through the intimately lit restaurant with her white and blue chiffon dress, white hair and fair skin.<br/><br/>A man wearing a sapphire tux, white shirt and black bowtie, approached them and bowed. This gave them a lovely view of the maitre d's severed neck that sprouted blue flames. His head that rested on the podium in order to greet guests said, "table for two, right this way Madam Moonves." His headless body made a flourishing move with white gloved hands, indicating they should follow him. As she followed the body, she heard the maitre d's head greet another bout of guests and ask for their names. The dullahan lead them down the red carpet, towards one of the window seats, just as the head chef came out with a bowl of freshly cooked soup with a writhing soul at the centre of it. "Do not eat the soup," she warned Damian over her shoulder as they arrived at their table.<br/><br/>The maitre d helped slide her chair in as she took a seat, handing her a leather bound menu with gold leaf lettering on the front, doing the same for Damien. Opening the menu she looked up at him and gave a small sigh, figuring she would have to answer questions lest he let his mind run away with him. "I suppose answers are in order first before we eat. In answer to your questions, no. Blood slavery is a barbaric and dangerous ritual that can sometimes end up harming both parties involved. It is now a forbidden practice and only serves to either kill or vegtibilise the one being bound at best, rendering them useless. Blood slavery was meant to be a form of honour, loyalty and control, but ended up being a punishment worse than death for most. Sometimes it can even send people mad."<br/><br/>She looked down at her menu. "Humans, vampires and creatures alike have given me many a title over the centuries, but a 'Master Vampire' is a relatively modern title humans have come up with with their fictional books and movies to explain powers in a way they can understand. So if that title is what you wish to give me to help you process, then so be it. I am a pureblood. I was born not bitten like yourself," she told him as she turned the menu page. "And unlike how fictional vampires are depicted, we do not drink human blood. It is far too weak, it is possible in emergencies but will not sustain us for long. We feed each other. Food can nourish us as well, we just have to eat large amounts of it. Though in public it is dangerous to do so or humans become suspicious. Which is why we usually eat a meal and then feed. Granted most have a regular partner to do this with, but circumstances being what they are, you are my only... beverage of choice. And as stated earlier depending on your choice, I may have a treat for you in return."<br/><br/>Snapping the menu closed, she placed it down on the table. "However, one does not just feed, due to the rush of dopamine our bites produce to override pain to make it ... a more enjoyable process, which means it can quickly lead to intimacy if one cannot restrain themselves well enough. Feeding is not something to be taken lightly," she said as a red skinned demoness came over in a black shirt, black trousers and blue silk vest, asking to take orders. "I shall have the stuffed mushrooms for an appetiser, then for the main course fillet a la plancha with red wine, and for dessert cheese platter, macarons and dessert wine," she said handing over her menu to the demon who took it with her spiked tail. "And whatever my dinner companion will be having..." Once the food was ordered she leaned back gracefully, looking like she was sitting on a throne rather than one of the restaurant chairs as she gazed out the window.<br/><a class="username" data-user-id="1140" data-username="@Lady Riften" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1140/">@Lady Riften</a><br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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