<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cat listened to the end of his explanation, sipping at the drink this time.  No sense getting drunk -- though this was certainly the kind of story that would be much easier to swallow when completely sauced.<br/>
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"Okay.  Questions."  She leaned back in her chair.  "It sounds like these -- White Court vampires -- sounds like there's no love lost.  I mean, they all want different things, I'd assume they don't get along real stellar.  So if the... whatsits... wraiths... Raiths... are part of the sex thing, and these second family dudes -- you didn't say their name -- if they're pushing drugs... why would they be working together?  I can see the fear guys pushing drugs and using this... warlock... to commit murders to stoke more fear.  I don't get how the lust ones tie in."  She pushed her sleeves up, then gave up and just peeled the hoodie off, revealing her Star Wars shirt.<br/>
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"So we've got these -- vampires.  More money than God and all the power to go with it.  And they don't feed off blood, they feed off... lust, and fear, and despair.  Fantastic.  Guess that explains what the hell they're doing in New York."  She rubbed her arms, caught herself doing it, and shook her head.  "I think the fact that they're in politics is the least surprising thing you've told me so far."</span></span>