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Lady Aubrie, the leader of Ventrue, sat in the corner of the Sanquine Night. Her long blonder hair contrasted against her pale skin, her blood-red dress was in Victorian style. In her hand she slapped her fan against her palm. She moved her eyes around the club. This was a club for the kindred, a club she had built with her money. She had a virile young male, wearing skin tight clothing shifting next to her. Was this her childe? No, his eyes were glazed over she obviously had other plans for him.