Cat and Mouse. The same old game used to bother me until I realized its standard procedure among our kind. Maybe when I get old ill be just as paranoid- or forget, somehow, that noone can hear a damn thing in a club.

I play the role, lingering just a few seconds before following Morgana to her secluded table. I stand at the edge, not sitting without invitation.

'Miss LaRue, clearly.'

I need no introduction to Morgana. For the longest time I thought she was one of the Roses. I accused Conrad of a cruel joke when he told me she was in fact a warlock. I suppose mistakes do happen, though. Slipping a hand into my small bag I dig for something.

'I have something for you...'

Morgana sits back, one knee crossed over the other.  One arm lies across her lap, the elbow of the other arm propped in her hand.  She is about to offer a greeting and inquiy to Melissa when the out of place Toreador mentions the....whatever it might be.  A delicate black eyebrow arcs up.

"Something for me?  Really?"  She tries her best to hide the curiosity from her voice but her interest is most certainly piqued.  She lets out a soft laugh.  "I hope I'm not so full of myself to think that you came all this way and so far out of your element to deliver something to me in person?"  No she's definitely not that full of herself.  Besides logic would dictate that if Melissa had been explicitly searching her out she would have gone to Morgana's shop first instead of hoping to run into her at the club.

'Oh no. I found myself unable to convince your... Patron?'

I sound unsure of the term and have no idea of the familiar structure of the warlocks. Either way a sudden sourness overtakes my pretty lips. Hiram, like most elders is a stuffy bastard.

'...To meet with me on short notice. So ive been carrying these around for the last few nights. Pure luck led me to you tonight.'

My coy smile returns as I lay an envelope on the table for Morgana and push it within her reach with one finger. She may have heard of the gathering in the works. A social hosted by the Roses, specifically Simone and myself. Morgana will find her invitation within the envelope, penned by Simone. As an afterthought I glance down at my outfit and ask:

'Do I really stand out so sorely?'

Morgana opens the envelope carefully and casually.  Her eyes scan over the words, her lips give just the briefest flicker of a smile.  "I thought I'd heard word about this months ago.  I'd heard nothing since and assumed the rumors were false."  She folds the invitation up and places it back in the envelope before slipping it into her small handbag.  "I suppose I'll take the opportunity to RSVP now."

Her eyes look over Melissa.  "You don't stand out quite so sorely as some.  A few nights ago there was some frat boy in a Hawaiian shirt guzzling down beers like he couldn't wait to get rid of his liver.  But you would definitely be one of the last I'd expect to see here."

Morgana turns her chin up as if a thought just occurred to her.  "If you'd like, you can come by my shop and we can pick something out for you.  Perhaps something appopriate to a Hallows Eve soiree."

No reference is made to Melissa's fumbled account of trying to navigate Tremere hierarchy.  She can easily guess who Melissa is referring to.  Morgana doesn't care much for the regent herself and considers him a topic of discussion best left unbroached.  

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The Regent is forgotten as quickly as he was mentioned. Never trust a man with a goatee anyway, I always say. Finding Morgana much more welcoming than her looks might suggest I will finally steal a seat. I dont lounge as much as I perch, Morgana has my undivided attention, its like the club doesnt even exist behind me.

'How could I turn down an offer such as that. The Marquis closet is your shop, right? Id imagine all sorts of delicious dark little things pass through there...'

Morgana licks her lips and gives one of those conspiratorial girls only looks.  "You have no idea," she says as she cracks a wicked smile.

"But," she says, returning to a more serious demeanor.  "I'm more than sure there's something to pique your curiosity and interest.  Besides, I've always taken an interest - a delight, actually - in 'dark' makeovers."  She smirks at Melissa.  "I'd take it as a personal honor and privilege if you'd let me use you as the canvas for a little Halloween magic."  She chuckles melodiously.  "My apologies.  That probably came off wrong.  Suffice it to say, I'm sure we can work wonders and wow the crowd at this ball.  There's nothing to make an entrance better than showing a side of yourself none would have expected.

"In fact, if you have nothing else pressing you this evening, we can walk down the block right now.  The club is open another few hours, I can always return later."

My smile betrays not only perfectly formed teeth but a genuine excitement. Its equal parts the little attention-whore inside me cheering at the chance to be doted on by Morgana and the attention it will bring at the gathering, especially from Conrad. In alot of ways Im like a teenager looking for any way I can to piss off daddy. Maybe its a stage all fledgelings go through...

'I shall be your paper doll.'

(I'll be around in and out all day and probably this evening if you want to speed through the makeover in time for the Halloween ball tomorrow night)

Morgana smiles and rises.  Smoothing her skirt out she retrieves her handbag.  "Well then if you'll follow me we'll head right out."  Giving a few nods of goodbye to those she recognizes in the club she heads out the doors and down the street to her shop.

(Will create a new thread in the Marquis' Closet)