On purchasing property

The sun set only a few hours ago, and she opens the door leading out into the world. Eveline tastes the many smells of her street with a deep breath, many of them getting more and more familiar to her each passing night. Not in the sense that she'd be getting used to them - they grow stronger and stronger within her, weaving her new world together. Passing neighbours greet her with tipped hats and welcoming smiles, and she greets them back with warmth and chirping giggles at the witty pleasantries.

Leaving her street behind her, Eveline starts humming to His song, making her unconsciously sway to the tune, almost dancing as she goes. Newly lit street lamps pass her by with a warm glow, silently guiding her to Him. She has still only been there once, but finds her way as if drawn there. 

Eveline dances past lively taverns and exclusive galleries, barely noticing them, as her mind already beat her to their destination. Rounding one last corner, she finally sees His beautiful house, and her widened smile interrupts her chirping as she stops in her tracks, allowing her to admire the building.
It might not be extravagant in any way, but she has charged it to the brim with the effects He - unknowingly? - throws upon her. 

Regaining her composure Eveline takes the last steps before standing in front of His door. She takes a moment to fix her dress - a surprisingly proper number, with a wide skirt in a creamy white with matching long gloves, and a red bodice with long arms and a high collar, tightly laced. Were it not for the fact that it was sewn to perfectly follow her body, it actually could have been called prudish. She can feel that her strict coiffure is still quite intact, with only a few wispy wayward locks by her ears and neck, calculatedly produced for enticing purposes. 

She takes a deep breath and then exhales with a frustrated sigh, directly followed by a short knowing laugh, and knocks.

Waiting for someone to open the door, Eveline's smile takes on a quality of baffled amusement at the sound of the weirdly familiar dynamics of the house. She wonders if she'll ever get used to it. But as she is welcomed inside, her face radiates nothing but joy and warmth.


"I sure am" she responds to the girl servant and greets her back. Eveline realises the girl is looking to help her with her coat, perfectly forgotten at home as her mind were out the door way before Eveline was even done putting on her undies, so she simply nods at her, wordlessly telling her she can return to her other duties.


As soon as she sees Him at the top of the stairs she takes an unconscious step forward, wanting to close the unbearable distance between them as fast as possible, but halts with a stern remark from her more controlled self, which would have been much harder a mere week ago, but Eveline had since realised that she at some point had granted that part of herself the voice of her Prince, making it o so hard not to heed. Reminded of this it is as if a soft but determined caress takes ahold of her, from her tailbone, up through her chest, and around her neck reminding her of the band she wore that night. 

The memory paralyses Eveline for what would have been a couple of heartbeats, but regains control again as she sees Ludecke hurry down the stairs to greet her - "and he has a dog!" another part of her squeals within. 

"And I you, Ludecke." she responds, returning the cheek kisses. As He tells her about the deal, so close now, she is practically giddy. "O no, I have the money ready. Oh, I can't believe that wonderful place will be mine tomorrow night! I can't thank you enough for helping me with this! 


You too, Thomas!" she adds as he enters the room, her gratefulness almost palpable. "And who is this?" her voice rising a few octaves.

Eveline squats before the eager dog, letting it greet her properly. She had always loved their enthusiasm, even if it often meant she'd have to re-do her makeup afterwards.

"...and the what?" Eveline thinks she noticed something interesting not being said - interesting mostly because it wasn't said, so she lets it pass for her over-active curiousity. That and the fact she is just about to get her very own tavern, which demands her full attention. "I'll do my best to teach them to enjoy themselves...and each other." The last part summons a mischievous giggle through a gloved hand covering her mouth, as if she was embarassed she could say such a thing. Not that anyone would believe that.

"Why, thank you, monsieur!" she says with genuine exuberance to Blitz, and curtsies. "I shall have to remember that." His perfect manners and exchange with Ludecke makes Eveline feel as if she is actually talking to a real person, why she grabs his furry little face between her hands and kisses his cheeks before standing up again, just as Thomas presents the pen and paper.

It feels as if she's pulled towards the table, and she locks her eyes on that pen. It looks very much like any other pen, but to Eveline it is so much more. She hears him speak to her, and she answers almost impatiently - "Yes, you'll have it! Access." It is her turn. While Ludecke signed it at once, Eveline picks up the pen slowly and almost ritualistically and stands before the document for a moment, looking at it but not really capable of reading it. She knows you should read these kind of documents carefully before signing them, but it might be because she simply trusts Ludecke - and subsequently Thomas - or that she doesn't care what the deal entails, as long as she gets her tavern, but without actually reading a single word on the document she signs it with a sweeping gesture, as if painting something beautiful.

She comes to and subdues the raging need to attack them both with a hug, and instead with fumbling hands picks out the paperwork allowing Thomas access to her savings.

"Could I please keep the pen? And...is that it?" she asks with bottled-up anticipation.

Eveline clutches the pen with a victorious grin. Then, at the suggestion that they go out to celebrate she chirps expectantly and at once exclaims "Let's go to Corinthia! Their...no, wait..." - a mischievous smile slowly changes her face - "...how about we do something you've never done before!", daring to challenge him the way he did Sarai that time they first met her. 

This might be a bad idea, she realises, seeing as because of his impressive age, paired with his particular mentality, they might end up doing something completely absurd, and not very much fun at all, as he's surely already done everything related to celebrations, but Eveline can't quite get herself to retract the suggestion. She'd rather connect with him this way even if it means they'll be spending the night jumping backwards through the streets while neighing like horses. It had seemed so truly important to him when he had told the blonde Malkavian what he wanted to accept her request. 

Her trickster grin melts away to give room for a more serious look - one of admiration and revering expectations, as she awaits his response.

Eveline barely contains a squeal when He says He needs young people around, allowing herself the notion that He needs her. 

She is practically frozen in place as she stares expectantly at her primogen while He searches His memories - "O, to be able to see all those things He has expeienced!" - and at the mentioning of things too dangerous, she puts on a wicked smile, part as if to tell Him she is not afraid, part revealing she thirsts for grander experiences.

"Well, I do not have a deathwish, so let's not visit those curmudgeons to the west just yet." she cuts in with an amused smile on her lips, and "The Tremere are far too stuffy for their own good, don't you think? I've never actually seen one really enjoy themselves." At this she expresses genuine sympathy towards them, with a caring frown on her eyebrows.

"You'll have to tell me about that holy-man-caper some time, promise me!" she emplores with a mock-need, sensing there is a great tale there.

Her smile vanishes from her whole face at once when He mentions rape. For but a moment she wears the trauma of her own recent "event" instead, but it is quickly exchanged with a look she probably hasn't shown to anyone before - except her Prince. It is as if she suddenly remembers something very important, something comforting -making the transition quite contrasting. To steer away from the heavy, albeit not negative, emotions she confesses lightheartedly that she most likely would stumble on a root and impale herself on a stick the second they entered the wilds, but "I've never met a werewold, though, but I gather I should avoid them for the same reason as the Sabbat?" She does seem genuinely curious about werewolves.

Eveline freezes every time He returns to His mind, as if afraid she'll disturb His many memories. At His suggesstion, though, that anything He hasn't done with her still would be a new experience, she loses her composure and her entire face lights up in joy to the same effect as someone drowning suddenly -and unexpectantly - breaches the surface, greedily breathing in life.

Now it is Eveline who retreats into her own mind, and she doesn't have to think long before "Then let's create something together! Something only you and I could make. Something beautiful." She suddenly looks remarkably bashful, but visibly fights it back and adds "Let us create together holding nothing back." Her face is both full of emotion and serene, as if this is her ideal state.

"What have you heard about me?" she responds gaily with feigned offence as she starts following her primogen closely. The curiousity is clear as day on her face, as she looks around everywhere as He leads the way.

"A private club?" her mind hopes as He steers their path past the proper entrance and to the side door. A wave of ideas crashes in on her mind, and she loves every second of the secret. "What indecent things can lure even Him?" she wonders, suddenly grasping the unfathomable possibilities and actually loses her balance for a moment. Eveline is floating as in a dream as they walk through the corridor, her mind trying to put all pieces offered together as to what He has in mind, what place this is, what kind of people are its patrons, but to no avail. Should she really take a moment to think about this, she would realise she won't actually solve this riddle - she is far too enamored by the secrecy.

As He opens the hidden door (she really loves that) she pulls her lips inside her mouth at His demand for silence, showing Him she will not make a sound - at least not consciously. Then she accepts His hand to lead her up the stairs.

Eveline is the perfect cat burglar - at least in effort - as they ascend the stairs. She loves secrets in general, but being part of one herself gets her going on a completely different level - something that shows all too clear on her beaming face as Ludecke carefully shows her the oblivious patrons below them. As the realisation of the club's nature dawns on her she grabs His arm pulling herself closer, finding the scene truly beautiful. Blood and sex. It is like a moving, bustling still life of her favourite things. That paired with the contrast between the clothed elderly and the naked youth just enhances the beauty of it perfectly, so much that Eveline for a moment finds it hard to leave the hidden spot.

She raises an impressed eyebrow at His revelation of yet another secret door and follows Him up. As they reach their destination Eveline immediately drops her jaw as her mind puts the entire picture of the room together. 

As he rolls out the big canvas she walks around him big-eyed, taking inventory of the possibilities of this wonderous room. 

It is already perfectly clear to her what He intends for them here - and it is perfect. She lets Him finish without interruption, but raises a playfully judging eyebrow to Him as He pretends she'd mind shedding her clothes. As He offers her spare clothes to use she even breaks out in chirping laughter and starts removing her fine gloves, her steps around Him and the canvas soon evolving into a slithering dance loosely following the subtle music from downstairs, and starts singing...

"Welcome to my home
Shown here by the starlight
They say all roads lead to Rome
But I think that's a lie"

Each garment comes off as part of the dance

"They lead you where you want to go
To your heart's desire
Whether it is far away
Our to a nearby blooming flower"

She uses the power of her blood to improve her endurance and limberness, needing her body - the brush - to perform as well as possible for this.

"There is a blooming rose
Here in front of you
How will the story go?
It's for us to wait and see..."

As she finishes she stands before Him in nothing but her last undergarments, waiting for Him to uncover her.

She lets out a jolting gasp as his absent breath hits her mound. Not needing to breathe, this is rather a reflex, deeply rooted in memories of enjoying her former life (only ridiculously enhanced by her frustration). To some this might seem like she misses her life as human, but to herself it's really just another way of enjoying pleasure - it should not matter where it stems from.

Eveline's eyes are transfixed on his mouth even as he sheds his clothes, singing that song again. She sways to it as if charmed by a magical flute, but as he sprays the canvas with blood red, she jolts again, a fierce shiver travelling up her spine as she is torn apart - her mind shackled to His voice and her body thrown into the canvas as the first drop of paint hits it, claiming it for their entwined wills to create. As He paints her with that most lovely red her expression changes to something bordering between vacant and translike focus and she turns to the huge canvas, observing it as if trying to discern what it hides. She has already named it for herself - not with words, just that clear feeling of those first slashes of crimson upon perfect emptiness.

She doesn't think, only paints, letting her body move with the colours. The colours favoured this night are violet and crimson, all emanating from a single timid blotch of white. As she focuses on that very piece, she remembers she can speak and asks without turning away from the painting

"Is this your place? Do you own it?" It is clear she's not merely making small talk.

Eveline keeps moving, her strokes never not communicating with His contributions - bouncing off of them, fading into them, engulfing them, entwining them.

"IF I want?" At this she actually turns her head towards Him, clearly amused by the thought of her only possibly wanting to be added to The List. Eveline regains a modicum of seriousness however, and says "Please. Do."

She turns back to the painting for a couple of seconds and asks with that same loaded tone
"And do you have other...places like this, or is this the only one someone might call "your establishment?"

She turns her head around to give Him a playfully secretive smile just as He starts painting her back. She tries to imagine what, if anything, He paints on her, but soon loses herself to the sensations of Him using her body as a canvas. Eveline is not surprised when He lays her down, thinking He wants to use her body as a brush of sorts, imprinting her shape to their creation. She is surprised, however, when He reveals his real intentions - first with the reaction of someone dying from thirst finally about to drink water, then surrendering to Him, letting her head drop to the wet canvas with a thud as He spreads her legs and takes His place, as a low growl of impending satisfaction escapes her lips.

Then she remembers her pledge to the Prince. She is just about to - begrudgingly - tell Him she mustn't cum, when she realises she is no longer in control of her body. It is as if He has hijacked her ravenous cunt and from there shut her out from control. Her body heats up from the sudden flood of blood raging through her veins - not by choice, and she would believe it if He somehow did it - and she grabs her thighs just above the knees to spread herself open even more, knowing she cannot win this even if she wanted to. Does she, though? Eveline Garnier doesn't know. The two parts inside her clearly opposing each other - the one wanting, no needing, to make her Prince proud, and the one craving carnal release - are both dazed by the onslaught of His tongue.

Feebly she begs for all at the same time

"Pleaseyoucan'tmakemecum!"
"Don'tyoudarestop!"
"Whatthefuckareyoudoingtome??"
"I'mnotallowed!"
"IfyoustopI'lldie!"
"IfImakeitShe'llbesoproud!"
"Eatme-eatme-eatme!"

She lifts her head to look into His eyes and pleads completely powerless and with dizzying ambiguity

"Please do with me what ever you want"

Eveline looks at him baffled, quite unable to understand spoken words for the moment. Derived of His tongue, however, she regains her sanity (to some degree at least). To see the extent of the conflicting emotions on her paint riddled face is quite remarkable, though - there's a grateful relief as if saved from certain doom at the last moment, and simultaneously a fierce hunger, shocked and devastated from having its precious meal yanked away.

She lets her head rest again on the sticky canvas, trying to find words, all the while her pelvis is gyrating frantically, as if having a life of its own, hoping to crawl away from the rest of her body and onto His, demanding He claims responsibility for that which He has awakened.

"...I...it's..." Her face suddenly looks as serious as it can look in this obliterated and split state, hoping to calm his worries "No, She...She hasn't coerced me. Not like she actually could? Not to anything I don't want at least. Or need?" She smiles as the gravity of her Prince's affect on her looms over her, still not able to fully grasp it.

"Damn, was I not supposed to tell anyone about this? She didn't say I couldn't." Eveline looks worried and then defensive, but calms down again a kine's breath later. "No, this would actually be allowed. You would be allowed, being my superior." She says this in a rather matter-of-fact-like manner, as if teaching someone the rules of a game they've never played. "I can do it when I feed as well!" she adds in a way like the restrictions aren't really that bad. She then actually produces a sigh as she continues "But She HAD to add that She'll be more proud the more "deprived" I am!" punching the canvas with a powerless fist.

Eveline lets out that loud frustrated sigh she's quite mastered since really getting to know her Prince, and transforms it into joyful laughter as she can feel the wonderful tearing in its entirety inside her.

She sits up, resting her upper body on her arms planted in the paint behind her. "So no, you don't have to lecture her. In fact, please don't! I want this. I need it." She is silent for a moment, awaiting His response, but then adds "But like I said, You are allowed to do it." with an ambiguous look in her eyes, closing and opening her legs over and over as if making Him choose.

Eveline is visibly embarrassed, her face even flushed at the realisation of committing the sexual misdemeanor of thinking about someone - or rather something - else.

"I-I'm so sorry! I didn't...this is quite new to me, and I...I get swept away, I guess. It is no excuse, of course." She is genuinely remorseful and closes her legs as if her sopping cunt was offending Him. As He seems concerned for her, Eveline tries to reassure Him


"I realise She wants obedience - I think it would be weird if She didn't...considering our agreement." She pauses for a moment with a crooked but warm smile before adding


"I sure hope she'll keep pushing me!" Her eyes drifting away then, she says


"I want to know where my limits are, and I''m sure She'll take me to them." At that last Eveline looks both longing and...worried? But snaps back a moment later thanking Him for His discretion with a most playful tone


"Oh, I knew you'd know nothing about it, my Primogen! ...and if She forces me to forget something, I'll tell you." That last quite cryptically. As she accepts His help to stand up on shaky legs, she adds, clearly wanting to assure Him it's true


"And I will want to fully enjoy You." glancing at His mouth, quote obviously envisioning it in her mind.

"You are kind to say so, but I did still play Her game when You gave me... whatever you'd call what you did to me. Are You a wizard?" She jokes, but she is clearly mesmerised by His tonguemanship.

"That moniker by the way - The Iron Lady - is there something else to it than an allusion to Her stern ways? I have half a mind asking you to tell me all You know about Her, but I thi...no, I'm actually quite sure...I want to "go in fresh" as it were. Not..! Not as part of Hers and mine agreement, mind You!" she tries to explain "I am not some doe eyed sycophant aiming to be Her best subject. ...I guess it could be wise to learn as much as possible about someone in Her position, though" she adds as she ponders the idea "...but I'd still rather paint my picture of Her "unburdened" by others' notions when all is said and done." Eveline looks as if she finally's come to terms with something. 

"But enough of our beloved Prince...what have we here?" she trails off joining Ludecke seeing what they've actually created together. Eveline quickly identifies the contribution of their dance, and she can't but start swaying to the memory of it. Taking in the writhing image of her body she finds herself right back there - cool sticky paint ("huh... daring choice of colours there - the synergy could have completely broken down. ...but I guess He knew exactly how I'd move to His "brush".) from her head to her buttocks, and seeing how the different colours intermingle, she jolts with a shallow gasp, feeling Him between her legs again, as clear as if He'd actually, somehow, snuck back there for a second helping. 

"No...no masterpiece, but there's something of a...rawness... that makes it so honest. An honest imprint of...dishonesty? Ugh, I'd apologise again, but I think my split presence tonight actually granted it a value. Perfect honesty would have made it unreal...imperfect. And vice versa." 

Eveline is silent for a few seconds and then chuckles amusedly "Yes. Ambiguity." She actually even words it ambiguously. If He actually only did it for the painting she couldn't very well reproach Him for it, seeing as how she wasn't fully present for His magnificent strokes. For the sole sake of the painting she actually wishes He did. Still...ambiguously.

She turns to Him and asks "So what do we do with it? I'd like to be able to see it...maybe not in my apartment - too loud a reminder for that - but...the tavern?"

"Hmm, I rather believe that the "shock" of all progressive creativity is what really breaks way for all things new. Of course there will be traditionalists and moralistic "protectors", but they're really a fundamental part of progression. Without resistance there would be nothing to break through, you know? How could progression even exist if not for resistance...defining it?"

Eveline stares blankly into the painting while sharing her thoughts on the matter, but then snaps back to the room, turning to Ludecke and adds with a much more lighthearted tone "I think the right time is always now, but You are much wiser than me." She means it, but it is still clear she believes in her own take. It could also simply be her wise enough not to question her primogen.

At His tale of the origin of the Prince's sobriquet, she listens intently, but not before long she looks beyond baffled - not in disbelief, but rather mindblown - by something she never would have guessed would be part of it.

"The...You've been to the Abyss?? And another realm?" She studies His face to see if He is merely pulling her leg, but soon has to realise He is truthful. Dumbstruck, Eveline struggles to put words together for all the questions building up like a terrible wave inside her mind. "What realm were you taken to? Why? How do you escape something through the Abyss? How do you contact anyone from the nothing? And who saved you?"

They are all questions she wants to ask, but clearly understanding how the ordeal affected Him, she thinks it would be impolite - to say the least - to bombard Him with a throng of questions just to sate her curiousity. "I'll just ask the Prince, then." her inner voice states trying to appease her thirsty mind.

"That is...some story, Ludecke. I can see how it springs from admiration now - and a well deserved one - and...I wouldn't say You've altered my views of her, but rather greatly reinforced them. I'll not use it, just so you know - I think it's maybe one of those things you'd 'have to have been there' to earn." Eveline is clearly shook and impressed by the story, but mostly she seems grateful that He chose to tell her of such a profound experience.

"When did it happen?" is the only question she allows herself to ask on the matter, while picking up her garments, putting them on one after the other, paint changing them for ever.