<span style="color: olive">"Don't slouch dear, remember you represent-me- now and I simply don't tolerate anything but perfection...."</span>Cabiria moves silently throughout the hallways of the meeting hall. Each step effortless, and not at all echoing. Alice is to her right, the vampiress standing close to the human to show the girl was clearly off limits.  Alice isn't slouching at all, but the older woman simply likes to hear the sound of her own voice, not to mention it was all part of the process.  Where her benefactor had won her over with simple honestly and open communication, Cabiria simply had a -need - for perfection (or at least her ideal of it.) .   Alice wasn't slouching, but by simply mentioning it she was sure the human would at least be more mindful of herself- even if it was needless.<br/><br/>Cabiria moves with an air of unadulterated confidence , seemingly un-phased and un-surprised  by the silence- even though she was a little thrown by the silence given the circumstance.  These weren't simpletons..this was the council...so the silence was a little imposing. She won't let it show on her face however, as Cabiria spent hundred of years perfecting the art of manipulation. To her, life was a stage, and one the Vampiress intended to preform upon for ages to come.  One didn't amass power and wealth by wearing their emotions on their sleeves and playing their cards early.<br/><br/>A sly smile crosses the pale womans lips.<span style="color: olive"> "What...no applause?" </span>She raises a brow while bringing her hands up, and daintily clapping three times before sniffing roughly as she heads towards the high backed chairs.<span style="color: olive">"Philistines.." </span>She mumbles over her shoulder in Alices direction- making sure the woman in the red dress followed.<br/><br/>She strolls up to a seat, sitting down next to a brutish fellow who clearly believed himself to be dangerous. He didn't look more then 30 , and was built with thick muscles. He wasn't the worst looking fellow in the room..that was sure, but as she heard the fellow order a Scotch and -ice-  , she becomes certain he is the most unrefined.  She stops the blond woman as she takes off to acquire the fellows drink.<span style="color: olive">"And another scotch for me...water. No ice. " </span>She wrinkles her nose,<span style="color: olive">"So help me if there is ice in both glasses...."</span>she raise a playful brow at the attendant indicating that she isn't sincere...but seriously...no ice.<br/><br/>She takes her seat next to the young fellow,  waiting as the man calling himself Darion speaks, and starts to down his scotch.  She  looks straight ahead as she muses quietly  with an amused , playful tone to her voice , as she takes the table sugar ,and hands it to the fellow.<span style="color: olive">"Figured you might want some sugar in your scotch as well ."</span>She then turns to look the strange man in the eye, giving him a little wink.<br/><br/>She listens with the rest as Singrid introduces herself, and then finally takes her turn to speak.  She stands downs her scotch and looks out to the rest of the group.<span style="color: olive"> "I don't see what's the use of all these questions.." </span>She places her glass back down on the table<span style="color: olive">"If self preservation is an instinct any of you are blessed with,   the assassination of a High council member  should trigger it. Instead of 'why' we've been asked to help...we should obtiain information regarding -how-."  </span><br/><br/>Cabria raise a brow and gives the stink eye to all the -non- council members in the room. She didn't really feel this way..and truth be told, if she was asked to attend and -didn't - have a personal reason to do so.  But aside from theatrics, Cabiria's second great love was stirring the pot. She considers the pot 'stirred' well enough.<span style="color: olive"> "That aside..I am Cabiria Alston.  This..."</span>She turns to her right, sure the redheaded woman is sitting next to her..<span style="color: olive">"is my .... companion.  Alice dear..introduce yourself." </span>She purrs the order while sitting down and motioning for another scotch, but not before nudging the sugar towards Darion a bit more.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>