As they leave the seamstress behind Chloe turns to Clara. “Is how I am acting… appropriate? I wouldn’t want to dishonor my side by breaking some kind of Vampire protocol.”
As the two left the shop, Rea was already nowhere to be seen, but Chloe could swear she heard a godnight~ whispered into her ear. Clara shook her head. "Seamstress Basaraz was most probably satisfied with your attitude. Most Toreadors have difficulty acting alongside her since her clan is of deformed Nosferatu. Master Hector finds the presence of her clan, revolting... but he can't deny her skill. The Toreador Primogen even grieved that Seamstress was not embraced as Toreador, that is the level of her skill and how much she is valued by the Camarilla." Clara experienced as the two slowly walked through the street. "There is a small restaurant that we could go to. The food there is quite... good."
“Yes, I have worked with tailors before to have custom dresses made but she is pardon the pun a cut above.” Chloe says with a slight chuckle. She looks at the ghoul to judge her reaction before adding. “By all means lets go to this restaurant of yours. Perhaps they will have something Inwill enjoy as well.”
The blond nodded her head as she started leading Chloe down the street. "Well, she certainly has more experience than your usual tailor." Clara agreed. "From what I heard, she hails from the Basque area." Clara asked as the two entered a small restaurant. Chloe definitely got a European feeling from it. Clara walked to the cashier and spoke a few words, in German - and was answered in kind. "We got a table." She said as she pointed to the table in the corner. The two sat down by the table and were given menu cards by a cute-looking waitress.
Chloe took the menus from the cute girl, but it was her face and neck that occupied the young vampire's attention. As the young woman walked away after taking their drink order, Chloe turned to Clara. “I’m not sure what I’ll order for my entree but I do know what I want for desert. I think I’m developing a type.”
Clara seemed to sight at the comment. "Miss. Please control yourself. It's hard to find a decent restaurant serving traditional European cuisine in this city. If the waitress collapses due to tiredness from lack of vitae, it will impact the quality of the restaurant." She said calmly. "Do you have any preferences for... more traditional food?"
Chloe fround at the rebuff but composed herself. She was not particularly hungry. The young vampire studies the menu before asking her companion. “How is the schnitzel and roasted potatoes?”
Clara paused. "Close enough to what they sell in Germany." She answered. "The main problem are the ingredients. The food standards are here completely different to those in Europe." She said with disdain. "But, yes... Shinzel, potatoes, and sugar beet salad sound good. That... and beer." She nodded her head.
“I’ll let you do the ordering. My German is few words, and those are probably mispronounced,” Chloe said as she watched the cute waitress return with two glasses and a water pitcher. The young vampire smiled at the cute young girl as she sat the glass down and filled them both. Chloe wondered how the waitress would taste it in more ways than one.
"They understand English perfectly." Clara smirked. "If they did not, they would not have many clients. But, if you speak German, French, Italian or Spanish you will get preferential treatment." She hummed. Soon, the waitress came with beers... and the jugs... they were quite... impressive. The waitress smiled at her, in return and she and Clara quickly exchanged a couple of words, before the young woman quickly departed.
“When do they close? If I made her wreak in the knees after shift, I don’t see the problem. Or am I wrong?” Chloe asked as she took a drink of the fine German beer. Its taste was still not appetizing to her, but it was the rancid bile she had drank in the alley the night before.
Clara looked up at Chloe with a sight. "They close around hour before midnight." She said after a moment. Spoiler: Social 11,7 vs DC 10 - 1 success It seemed she wanted to say something more, but stopped herself. "The meal should be ready in about twenty minutes." Chloe said after a minute.
Chloe reached out and put her hand on Clara’s as she noticed the ghoul falter. She let the blood flow through her, giving her brush with life and filling her cheeks with color. “Clara, if there is something you want to say, you can tell me. It will stay between just us two women.”
The blond straightened. "Just wanted to caution you, Miss Belovoa. It's a bad... custom, to eat in a place you attend to. Better not to connect the two." She answered simply.
Chloe smiled and let go of Clara’s hand. “Mortals have a similar saying, but I’m afraid it’s a bit crass. Thank you for the advice. We may need to find a place where I can get dessert after we are finished here.”
Clara nodded and sat back, as the two waited for the meal. As the two waited, a song started playing on the radio... no, it was from the recorded songs. Soon, the blond waitress brought their food, and, despite her undead state, Chloe could recognize that despite being simple, it looked delicious... and healthy.
Chloe bit into the first piece of Schnitzel and was amazed it was good. She had no desire for food, none of the hunger pangs that had been part of mortal life—well, not for this sustenance. “You have chosen well, Clara,” Chloe said as she brought one of the roasted potatoes to her mouth. “What is next on the itinerary after this?”
Clara, as she ate, showed the joy of the food - one of rare cases Chloe had seen her show any emotions. She took a swing of beer to clear her throat before speaking. "I suppose that the next thing would be finding a... deserts for you miss." the blond said slowly, her entire body visible looking better. "Unless you wish to taste one of the local traditional deserts?"
"Heh, now that's more like it." Warwick takes his time, feeling her, teasing her, his fingers sliding across her skin as his tongue tastes her. "But you're still being willful. If you want me to stop, you have to beg properly."
Chloe gazes up from her plate to look at German maid. “Oh there are those here that are willing to…,” she pauses looking for the right phrase. “Willing to be enjoyed?” Chloe winces as the word slide off her tongue.
