<div align="center">(http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l277/phyrfaerie/Parker-Posey_l.jpg)</div><br/>The low sounds of night crept up, what little words were stolen as a false silence fell over the Cainites. Those that had ever been near or in the Bishop's presence had felt such a deadly calm. Caustic made his body known through the silent night, Standing in the middle of the street, he surveyed each one and then nodded, heading toward the Brewery.<br/><br/>The Brewery was a nice enough bar, all in all. It was low lit, in the ass end of the city. The main entrance housed a running stream of low end clientele, the kind that werent missed for at least a week. In this neighborhood, one didnt ask too many questions. The waitresses, kine blood dolls all, served at spies, lookouts and the like, falling under the sway of the Bishop. The 'mite watched them all enter the building, pausing on Havoc's knives. In a tight voice, he drops his Quietis, grunting at her, " At least have the smarts to not have weapons in sight in front of the Bishop." Having fulfilled his help an idiot quota for the year, he narrowed his eyes as he entered ,closing the door behind them. The tables were arranged in such a fashion as to completely clog up a floor. What few determined drunks were sitting at the bar were too far gone in their poison of choice to notice anything other then the bottom of their cups.<br/><br/>The group was guided across the floor toward a door,which led downstairs to the basement. A blood doll awaited them at the bottom of the stairs, dressed in nothing, save for the silver nipple rings and a black G string. She looked terrified, the blood on her chest obviously fresh and from those piercings, if anyone was to guess. She trembled violently, reeking of her failed courage; opening the door from the inside. She stepped to the side, allowing entrance into the Bishop's presence.<br/><br/>Wearing Dolcce Gabahana six inch glittering spike heels, the Brujah Bishop smoothed a wrinkle out of her black skirt, and kicked up her feet onto the coffee table, watching them come in from the luxury of a black leather chair. Her diminutive chest was clothed in a gauzy button down shirt, clearly displaying perk nipples on soft mounds. Wrapped around the cold dead skin of her neck was an antiquated fox stole, and her silver eyes looked at them with deadly interest. A motion made it possible for them to all find a place to sit down, lean against, perch or otherwise settle in the lavish space. There were several overstuffed chairs surrounding a large marble coffee table in the sitting area.  Soft light spilled into the room from the few standing lamps located in the corners of the room. Across the floor space were two doors, leading off into perpendicular paths.<br/><br/>Once they were all settled, she spoke in a rich, cultured and bored tone. " Your Bishop has need of your services." She kicked her feet down and smiled a toothy grin, her fangs flashing in the low light. " As you all know nothing of one another, speak who you are, and what you can bring to the table."