In a dim litted room above a cozy little theater in Chicago a delicate kindred chatted away with his ghouls, all of tall stock and handsome faces, as if picked out of the crowd like produce from the market. They were all starry eyed and passionate, perfect little bundles of beating hearts and warm flesh that he enjoyed lounging with, laying on, setting his legs up on a ghoul's lap as another massaged away at his stiff corpse. The states had proven bountiful in it's beauty, the people were so full of optimism and life compared to the stagnant ruin that were the cultures of Europe. He had seen that era of artistic prowess flourish and peter out as quickly as he was inducted into the unlife, but following the prince west was one of the best ideas he'd ever made, and the perfect start to a new life as a vampire independent of his mother and sire.<br/><br/>At least, this was wishful thinking. Despite becoming very close with the theater operator here, another one of his many, many thralls, the venues had began to shut down and attendance was at an all time low... And for him, well, popular opinion had it that men of his stock were undesirable, not that he had ever been. But at least back in Rome he revelled in being able to turn the eye of men under the nose of Cardinals. Here, there was a growing stigma against the effeminate, and slander regarding their midnight activities. Of course, he was kindred, supported by dear Moulins as long as he kept on his good side, practically cemented by now... but excitement was something that waxed and waned like the moons, and decades like these were a bore to wait through even with some muscle to rest his weary head on.<br/><br/>Downstairs, one of the statuesque men in working attire that had been busy sweeping the floors after last night's show noticed some familiar faces walk in, greeting them warmly. "Ah! Hello, you're hear to see Apollo again? He just woke up, should be upstairs." Just like their domitor, they were all friendly, beaming with model-worthy smiles. A man of dark skin and curls took his stride over to lead them up the narrow stairwell, so boxed in that only one could walk up at a time, and the hall above the lower theater was just as small. He softly knocked on the door, interrupting the casual chatter and laughter inside, and after a light shuffle could be heard through the thin walls, Apollo peeked through.<br/><br/>"Oh! Scusi-- Let me have a moment." He didn't bother to shut the door, ushering the ghouls off his bed and chairs to push them out the door in a loving way of his with a sarcastic remark of "Go on! Get out of here you animals." and not a hint of hostility. Rather, he was still laughing, somewhere in that span of time having lazily thrown on a thin, feathery robe, though his torso was otherwise completely bare, his hair still a mess from a day's worth of sleep and whatever mingling he had been getting up to before his suprise guests arrived. The ghouls had all left and he invited the two inside, giving Sallie a welcoming peck on either cheek. "Darling! Come va how are you! What has you visiting my boudoir in these early hours?" Of course, he hadn't neglected to smooth other to Sebak, gently grabbing the stiff board of a man by the cheek and offering him a smooch of his own, though a lot more intimately charged than Sallie's. "You brought your friend, that is good. I missed you dear..." He gave a smile, always looking his best. Hell, even this ragged, unkempt appearance was so fitting, dark hair set about his shoulders in waves with curls sticking out whichever way, nude from the waist up while suit pants down. The women's robe that seemed to nearly slip off his shoulders added a impactful, feminine flair. "Ahh, if only I got to you first, you don't even have to smile if you don't want to, as long as you stand around so I can look at you."  Apollo teased, giving Sebak's cheek a soft, playful pat.<br/><br/>Soon enough, he turned back to Sallie, "How is your master doing? I get visits but they're never enough you know, yesterday's news is only as good as last century's."<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Bailey made the trek back home after helping this William character pick up his things.. It was really his fault he dropped them anyway, so it was the best he could do to help make it up to him. Otherwise, the trip back was quiet, and awkward. Hopefully when the ghoul was dumped on Loretta he could finish up his chores and go...<br/><br/>And besides, the thought of yet another ghoul entering the household made him a little uneasy to say the least.<br/><br/>Loretta was waiting for Wilde inside, pulled out of her thoughts when she heard the door open and quickly rushing over to greet him. "Hello. Please.. You can stay if you like, did you come here for Mr. MacClery...? He's asleep now, but he wakes up not long from now usually, if you'd like to get comfortable." For a host, she didn't enjoy making eye contact, and greatly avoided doing so. As of now, Wiliam was the most sane individual under the roof, especially after she sat the man in the foyer and made sure to get Bailey to pick up the papers on his way out after the front garden was tended to.<br/><br/>"I could answer questions.. Not all of them, of course Mr. MacClery is the expert on these things, but I've been like you.. a ghoul, for much longer. I don't think I could tell you much about him though, there are things that might be inappropriate, I hope you understand... I have wine here too, by the way!" Her voice picked up a bit as she gestured to the glasses, sitting down at the edge of the seat opposite of Wilde's herself. Hands anxiously rubbing against eachother whenever they got the chance. "It's a change from last night's, I wasn't sure if you enjoyed. If you have a preference, I'll be sure to stock. But most of the wine is many years old, it's only us and the other guests who drink on occasion."