Viorica couldn't stop it, she began to laugh. It wasn't the light laugh, but a loud, head thrown back, boisterous laugh that sounded mocking and ominously evil to the ears. Viorica had worked on it for several years to make it sound perfect. It was just too funny to the woman; after all this extravagance, and it was actually [I]they[/I] who needed to impress her. And so far she wasn't impressed...yet.

"Too many questions, so little time." Viorica said wistfully, though there was a taunt thrown in as well. "How about I explain this over dinner?"

Viorica led the trio from the room and down the hall. The hall was covered in creepy portraits of vampires across the world, some dead and some still living, and the biggest was of her own sire and the most famous vampire of all: Dracula. She entered a deep mahogany door and inside was a lavishly decorated table with covered dishes spread without. Viorica took a seat at the head of the table and crossed her legs. A bejeweled hand cam to rest under her chin as a delicate elbow perched on top of the tabletop. 

"Forgive me for not introducing myself. I am Viorica." Her hands outreached in a flourish and the candles flickered on. A while ago, Viorica invested in motion-detected battery-charged candles. Best investment made yet, especially for such meetings.