Gerushah is indeed a patient woman, and listens carefully as Victor speaks. The room darkens even more until there is absolutely no light in the room - the inky darkness enveloping the entire room. The sight and feeling unsettles you. Her voice can be heard in all directions at once. She is the darkness, everywhere, and..nowhere.

"So. Ordonio is a member of the the Angellis Ater. How I would enjoy stopping their plans. The Valencia Chalice. Yes. I have heard of such a religious artifact before. If indeed my Sire and Prince Williams have sent you here for this purpose - I can offer you assistance in stopping this..infernal plan. Since Islamic rule, our society has developed a number of factions that could assist you with such a task."

"Do you know where we could locate this Ordonio, as well as these helpful factions?" Victor asks Gerushah, wherever she is in there.

The darkness studies you, feels you, penetrates you. It is cold, and alien. It makes your skin crawl. Her voice coming from a different direction now, you think, you hear, "Yes. My Court Oracle Hassan ibn Faiz can help you in that matter. I recommend you talk to him before you go. I will let him know you seek an audience with him this very evening. When, or if, you find Ordonio de Toledo - you have my permission to destroy him. I will not tolerate Angellis Ater activity in my city. Give Prince Williams my regards."

The room returns to a darkened, yet barely visible room once more. The Sultan has vanished, and the door leading upstairs has opened, as if a sign for you to go upstairs. You have been released. The audience with the Sultan has ended.

That's a hell of a way to introduce yourself. Victor turns to Alessandra once the darkness fades. "Was stuff like that pretty common in the old world?"

"More than you know." Misha mumbles, overhearing.

It takes a moment for Alessandra to respond back to Victor. Her eyes are wide with awe and a smile is wide on her face. The chills that we’re going up her spine while the darkness consumed them felt orgasmic. How easy it was of the Sultan to change the atmosphere around them, the sheer power behind her voice, the rush it gave her, the thrill! 

“That was amazing.” She breathes, standing there for a bit longer until finally she realizes she was being spoken to. She blinks out of her amazement and finally answers. “Definitely! And, oh, so much more! God, that was hot.” She fans herself. “Anyways, shall we get on with it then?”

Misha turned to Aless, closely. She studied her for a moment. "You seem to be physically..aroused..!" she whispered, curious - referring to the encounter just past.

Victor took note of Alessandra's reaction. It was always noteworthy when something had her hot and bothered, but he also noticed how she was awestruck in a way that he had never seen beforehand. It made him more interested in the old world, which contained wonders that made this one look dull.

"Yes, we shall. But I would like to speak with you about the old world, when we get the time." He heads upstairs, to speak with Hassan.

Alessandra sucks in a breath before addressing Misha, mostly trying to compose herself. "It should come to no surprise to anyone that I have a... thing for power. The dominance she exerted just then, even if it were simply darkening the room and surrounding us in her voice..." She cups her cheek in her hand, lowering her voice as she looks off into the distance somewhere, her look almost dreamy. "It sent such shivers down my spine...! It's hard not to be aroused by such a power move."

She clears her throat after a moment of daydreaming. "B-but yes! We should speak with Hoisin. No... Hasten? Hassan! Yes, them." Alessandra quickly follows behind Victor all the while trying to get her mind off what occurred. 

Some really mischievous ideas go through Victor's brain as they get going to Hassan. Dominance is what makes you tick, eh?  "I like how that made you shiver." He whispers.

Misha clears her throat, giving both of them a subtle stern look.

Victor turns around and just gives Misha a look that says "We're not gonna strip down and do it right now." Probably 

“Oh, trust me, I liked it too.” Alessandra says almost dreamily in regards to Victor’s comment. She barely notices Misha’s gaze, but responds with a dismissive wave. “I’ll calm down during our discussion with Hassan.”

Sorrin rolled his eyes, but the smile on his lips showed amusement at his friend's banter rather than annoyance. Moving towards the door behind everyone, he resigns himself in the knowledge that he still had much to learn, like his Sire once told him. While he was no longer that fish from the pond when he started, this ocean of theirs was far deeper than he could have ever imagined.....he wondered if the Sultan would ever be willing to teach him a little of the Oblivion Disciple seeing as she was so versed in it.

"Current emotional states, aside, let's find this Court Oracle, no?"

"Yes, business before pleasure." Victor says as he leads everyone to the Oracle.

Hassan ibn Faiz, Lasombra Oracle.

It was a cool night in the villa - Hassan was gazing up at the stars as you all approached. Attendants were nearby, ready to fulfill any wish. A large rug with numerous expensive pillows formed a common area to lounge. "<Welcome travelers. I am Hassan ibn Faiz, Oracle to Sultan Gerushah. Please. Make yourself comfortable. I have been informed that you are seeking an Angellis Ater by the name of Ordonio? Come. Let us drink - a custom of my people among newcomers.>"

With a subtle hand motion, shadowy inky tendrils emerged from Hassan's fingertips rapidly, as if the air was water and the shadows danced through it swiftly, arching, and connecting to the ground in strategic points, writhing and creating something. In a moment, numerous mortal servants dressed ever so scantily appeared where before there was nothing, as if the shadow had created life. All of them had black hair, darker than the darkest night. They were exquisite samples of breathtaking mortal middle eastern beauty, yet shimmered in dark energy. Clearly, this was a moment to choose one, and to drink, as if they were cattle.

"<Please. Take one. Enjoy. Have your fill. Then we will talk business.>"

Victor looked toward Alessandra, partly because he wasn't sure what his fellow leech would do, partially because he was interested in her reaction. Then he looked towards Misha, Alana, and Sorrin to use as a model for feeding on humans, since he primarily fed on Kindred and blood bags, who he didn't have to worry about killing. He pulls one of the servants in, bares his fangs, and feeds on her, taking the equivalent of a polite sip as to not offend Hassan.

Misha picked one of the more athletic looking female, gently pulled her in, bit, and drank her fill. It tasted like a mortal, and filled her like a mortal, and after a few moments, licked the wound clean - letting the young woman go. She nodded to Hassan in thanks, who nodded as well, smiling.

Alessandra's jaw clenches when her eyes gaze over the servants, which, understandably so, were all mortal. As to not be rude, decides to fake it, and pulls one of the servants in, bares her fangs and bites, but stops there and keeps her head dipped in their neck to make it seem as if she were feeding. After a second, she pulls back after closing the wound, and gives a small curtsy to Hassan, thanking him for the meal. 

Alana's eyes scanned over the mortals in thought before she picked one, pulled her close, and traced her fangs along her neck. She whispers quietly, just loud enough for the girl to hear. "May I, Beautiful?" When the girl agrees Alana will sink her fangs in, having a quick snack, enough to rid her hunger without hurting the girl, with a pleasant purr before releasing her, licking the wound closed and letting her return to the others with a soft trace along her arm. Alana then refocuses her attention to Hassen, making sure her mouth is free from any blood and she fixes her hair slightly to return to a formal yet casual appearance. "Thank you, Hassen." Once Sorrin enjoys the hospitality she'll speak calmly again. "Shall we, get down to business?" She offers him a polite smile.