The Elysium is dim, all soft lighting and hushed voices—a place where power dresses well and speaks in half-truths. You scan the room, and that’s when you notice her.

She’s standing near one of the old stone pillars, half-hidden in shadow like she owns it. Katherine Weise. You’ve heard the name before—Brujah, but not the usual kind. She carries herself with this sharp, graceful energy, like she could tear the room apart or charm everyone in it without raising her voice. Maybe both.

She steps forward, offering a hand. Her nails are immaculate, like everything else about her. “Newcomer,” she says, her voice low and even, “you have an… interesting aura. What brings you to our little masquerade?”

It’s not just a question. It’s an opening move.

Her eyes are locked on yours, calm but watching closely. The kind of stare that makes you feel like she’s reading every thought you haven’t said yet. Around you, the conversations and quiet glances continue, but it all fades a little—because right now, you're in her spotlight.

This isn’t just a meet-and-greet. It’s politics. It’s secrets wrapped in courtesy. And depending on how you play it, it could be an invitation… or a warning.

So. What’s your next move?