[color=598527]Tight, musty, and cold. At least, that's what it felt like in the unfamiliar palace-of-an-office the Prince took refuge in. Feeling rather out of place, Margarita chose to stand off-kilter in the center of the room. Her hands wring not from nervousness, but to keep appearances. She knew what she looked like, and represented it well; she planned to uphold her mysterious background as a Nosferatu around any and all.[/color] [color=aba000][b]"It's disgusting, really. You must know how serious I am to choose such a word."[/b][/color] [color=598527]Her misty eyes skirted around the gold and red accouterments hanging off the Prince, which she found particularly beautiful. Her own garb was nothing in comparison, having fallen on hard times compared to her previous success in New York. [color=ed1c24][b]"Quite."[/b][/color] He responded, slowly and quietly. His studying eyes never removed themselves from her visage, despite it's ghastly appearance. That's one of the reasons she liked this Ventrue as much as she did: he knew the proper respect she deserved, and wasn't shy about giving it. [b][color=aba000]"Often drained of a modicum of vitae, beaten or lacerated to death... gruesome choices of style, this one has. Kindred, of course. Only one of our own could move so quickly, and hide their tracks so well."[/color][/b] She explained the situation with severity, her ghostly face betraying her emotion. The Nosferatu took a few calculated steps forward, lowering her voice just in case the guards at the door decided they would eavesdrop on the pair. [color=aba000][b]"None of the Gangrel have been involved, or so says the Clan leader. I've asked around on the streets, and below them... Nothing. This requires your hand, Prince. Only you have the resources to put an end to this. If you choose inaction, ..."[/b][/color] She turned swiftly, her nearly rotting shawl floating slightly thanks to physics. [color=aba000][b]"You may as well write your control over Sattelite to your childer, as the Clans will be at your door wishing your destruction. This rogue Kindred is making a fool of you, leaving his evidence in plain sight for the humans to find. If it were not for the Nosferatu--"[/b][/color] [color=ed1c24][b]"I will not be slandered in my own home, Margarita. You are necessary, but not irreplaceable. Remember this."[/b][/color] He had had enough of her manipulative wordplay. Rising to his feet, and rounding his desk, the Prince's piercing gaze struck her hard on the side of her face. She could feel the heat from his intensity, if only metaphorically. [color=aba000][b]"... My apologies. However, the Nosferatu are becoming tired of cleaning up this mess. It's time for action. From you. Personally. The bodies will start ending up in coroners offices. You know what that means for the Masquerade."[/b][/color] Her words rung a harping tone in the Prince's ears, as his gaze faltered, if only for a moment. He dropped his eyes to the floor, and began a philosophical strut back to his cushy office chair. [color=ed1c24][b]"Something shall be done. What, exactly, is none of your current concern. Your loyalty and information are appreciated, and compensation awaits you."[/b][/color] A dismissive hand gesture, followed by an enrapturing grin wished her on her way. [color=aba000][b]"As you wish, my Prince."[/b][/color] She offered a respectful bow, dipping her face towards the floor, and made her exit by way of the entrance. The lack of traditional kiss-to-the-hand pleased the Nosferatu, as she was sure no Kindred in their right mind wanted her scabbed lips anywhere near their pristine, porcelain skin. Her stride was long and prideful as she passed his bodyguards, but was quickly diminished to nothing more than a hunched crawling as she returned to her underground catacomb home: the same place this mass-murdering vampire found fit to relieve himself of his, or her, trophies part of the time. Whatever compensation the Prince had in mind for her was left without a second thought in the tower of bureaucracy she had every intention of getting as far away from as she could.[/color]