Aveline twiddled with the satin gold bow tied onto the small pewter music box, lifting its lid it delicately began to play its tune, gazing fondly at the mismatched pair of human eyeballs- optic nerves still attached- inside the box her cherry red painted lips smiled as she recalled a nursery rhyme from when she was still a child "There was a man so wise, he jumped into a bramble bush and scratched out both his eyes" her voice was smooth and sing-song like "And when he saw his his eyes were out and reason to complain. He jumped back into a quickset hedge....and sewed them in again" she snapped the lid shut as her sedan door opened for her. 
"Miss De Sauveterre" Her ghoul Tristan extended his hand which Aveline graciously accepted as she exited the vehicle. Their colour of their skin were a stark contrast, her own a deathly pale honey colour and his still lively and like burnt coffee from his African heritage. 
 
 The night air was cold, not that Aveline could feel the coolness but Tristan's breathing expelled a frosty breathe, their footsteps echoed along the walkway into lavishly decorated the foyer of the hotel. Ignoring the reception Aveline continued down the hallway, she could already feel her kindred in the building. It was like a constant hum under her ribs- she felt each kindred emanated a particular vibration and tonight she felt a mix of new and familiar. Finally she stopped before the Princes ghouls guarding the room, voices on the other side already deep in conversation. Aveline allowed Tristan take her fox fur collard overcoat before settling himself on the opposite wall to the Princes lackeys. Aveline smirked deliberately knowing she was late to the meeting as the door was opened for her.

[b][i]With more information, I too would gladly offer my blade for the Kindred cause.”[/i][/b] It was a pretty Toreador that spoke, she liked Toreador's for their artistic flair and they made excellent puppets.
Aveline made no hesitation to dramatically interrupt "Apologies Prince for my tardiness" she began to circle the table eyeing each member carefully "Aveline De Sauveterre on behalf of my Sire" she paused opposite her fellow Malkavian kin and acknowledged him with a deeply elegant bow "Sinnett sincerely apologises that he could not attend" Aveline continued towards an empty seat adjacent to Cranston, before taking a seat she pushed her gift box across the table towards him "But he has sent me to act as his hand" her sweet looking smile was nothing but fake.
Aveline took her seat, playing with her layered strings of pearls wrapped around her her neck she waited for the Prince to continue the meeting.