Sal entered the portal to his new Haven and took three steps before realizing that the Prince was waiting for him to bring Nefertiti for an audience. He had an hour or two before dusk and perhaps another hour before the Prince arrived at the meeting point... so he wasn't entirely in a rush, but it just meant he had a bit less time than anticipated to get everything else ready.

OOC: you can pop back in the main thread via portal if you like to physically retrieve Nefertiti :P

Busy as the day had been, Sal felt like he was forgetting something... "Nefertiti!" he said, and returned through the portal before closing it.

 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.

Nefertiti watched as the Prince entered into the room and her eyes were also looking into the shadows that were lurking behind him as if she was sure there was others but in hiding.

She was glad that she was able to talk Sal into allowing her to find a suitable attire for this meeting.

She curtsy to the Prince before even speaking and allowed him to take notice of her Etiquette within this presence. She was taught the finer ways of Royalty, for she was still a Princess in her eyes but to those around her she would be now a Queen.

"I am honored that you would grant me audience with you.  Prince Victor her eyes were still looking at his chest area not looking him directly into his eyes or face.

Then she slowly raised herself to a standing position.

 Victor's face remained passive and his posture relaxed. He eyed her over, but nothing untoward. "Sal informed me that you had something you wished to discuss with me."

"Yes Prince Victor. she replied

"If you would allow a humble vessel a moment with a Clan that resides in your Domain. she replied softly.

"Sal has informed me that without your blessing, I am not to speak of such thing again.  So I have come seeking your Blessing, Prince Victor.

 Victor paused for a moment, leaning forward and steepling his hands in front of his mouth. "And how exactly do you know about the clans in my Domain? Which one is it and what do you seek from them?"

She looked at him "The Clans are in every cities.  One must ask the Prince if they are accessible.

Slightly raising a finger to her lips "I am at fault Prince Victor, it is not the Clan I seek to speak with but a Covenant.  I wish to have your blessing in speaking with a member of The Circle of the Crone.

Sal remained unless dismissed by the Prince. If he remained, he took a position between them, but slightly closer to the Prince, and stood silently in a classic "bodyguard pose" unless addressed directly. Who he was guarding was up for interpretation...