Kindred Nights (0.3.1e) (downtime)
With Nefertiti in tow, he was able to get in a car (likely bought new, up to Sal's taste) and hurried to the meeting spot. It was an upscale-looking bar, the kind where patrons don't actually drink anything. They pour $4000 wine into glasses, smell of it, taste it, then spit it into buckets.
Of course, this is the Elysium for Ventrue and it makes a good cover for them. That whole ritual was invented by them, after all.
The upper floor was VIP only and Sal (with Nefertiti in tow) was ushered in to a spacious room with a normally gorgeous view... though now it only put a point on just how badly the city had been damaged by the storm.
Sal could see other Elysium buildings from here... all untouched, all places where Victor would have ordered the Kindred to take shelter.
It took another 20 minutes before Victor arrived. He seemed alone but that was likely not the case. Obsfucated bodyguards were likely standing guard.
This was Nefertiti's first time meeting Victor. He was an immaculately dressed and groomed man who's every movement was saturated with authority and propriety. He wordlessly entered, took off his coat, sat, folded the coat behind him, and leaned back in his chair. With a nod of his head and flourish of his hand, he gestured for Nefertiti to speak.