"I'm surprised any wolf would want to live in one of the most urban cities on the planet. Not a lot of forests around LA, nor most of that region. Still, this Salvador, he should be interesting, though if that name is anything to go off of, I suggest you three ladies keep an extra eye open. Toxic masculinity isn't extinct just because we're all undead." Sorrin pulls up his phone and starts looking for hotels to stay at or things to do while in LA.

Victor smiles at Sorrin as he advises the ladies. "I'm sure that if Salvador treats the ladies with anything short of total respect, he'll regret it in short order." He said, knowing how strong the women in his life were.

Sorrin chuckled, "True. But I'd rather not alienate our only concrete ally in the city. Not to mention, as much as I know you detest it for this very reason, politics." Sorrin lets out a sigh.

Victor shrugs. "Then I suppose that he shouldn't alienate us."

Alana cross her arms slightly in thought. "I'm sure he'll definantly regret treating us in any I'll way. We all have our different ways of getting back at someone." She glances between Misha and Aless with a confident smile. "Besides... Us ladies will stick together. Along with you two. He'd be sure to regret harming his trust with those he is allied with."

"What are you talking about, Misha ees like leetle keeten!" she joked. "Misha weel behave and protect ladies. And men. Should be seemple meesion, ya? Oh! We weel need a leetle change of clothes. Misha explain. Most vampires een Los Angeles are Brujah. Een order to more feet een, weel hef to wear clothing like thees..." She took out her phone and typed a few words, waiting for an image to come up. When it did, she showed everyone what she meant. It was a biker gang, stereotypically wearing leathers and shades. She swiped to the next image. A bunch of hard rock punks dominated the picture - rowdy, and rebellious. "Not to say that all Anarchs een Los Angeles weel dress thees way, but we should make a conscious effort to try and blend een. We are not Anarchs, after all."  

"We recognize our responsibility to maintain the Masquerade, and pledge to protect and defend it."- The Fourth Principle of the Status Perfectus, from the Declaration of Principles for the Self-Governance of the Kindred of the Free States.

Victor looks at the picture on Misha's phone and heads off. In a few minutes, he comes back fully changed, dressed like he just walked off the set of Sons of Anarchy. "Lucky for me I saved the costume I wore to the Halloween party the Bliss had a few years back."

You all are given the address where the Anarch Rant will be taking place, and it's time. Prince Williams apologizes for not being able to discuss the matter with you personally, but business has pulled him away this time. While it is not completely sure how Prince Williams and Salvador Garcia know each other, one thing is certain, the Prince has guaranteed that Salvador will treat you with the same respect he gives Williams. The Anarch Vampires of Los Angeles are not monsters, they just simple have a different ideology. You remember the words of the Prince as he took you all in years ago:

"The Camarilla stands for stability; the Free States stand for anarchy. The Camarilla prefers hierarchy; the Free States promote equality. The Camarilla provides safety in exchange for servitude; the Free States offer freedom at considerable risk."

Alana glances over the outfit with a slight smirk. "Fashionable but edgy. I'm sire I have something. Being sexy for all types is my thing."

She was not wrong, and soon returned for the plane ride in a sexy biker girl attire, tilting her head at the others. "I assume this will suffice?" Her white hair stands out greatly compared to her black atttire. Her suitcase was simplistic and black, filled with other similar sexy edgy outfits. 

Outfit: 

"Ugh, leather is such an insufferable fabric," Alessandra groans as she gets up from the table. "Let's make this trip quick." When she exits the room, Harold is hot on her heels, ready to help her pack away anything else she may need for the trip. As for the outfit she would arrive in: 

 "I'm ready to go when you all are."

"If it's any consolation, you look absolutely stunning in leather." Victor said to Alessandra, as he packed what remaining equipment he needed, as well as a pair of shades.

“I look good in anything, my dear,” Alessandra says with a cheeky smile and a wink before pushing the shades up the bridge of her nose.”But thank you kindly for the compliment.”

"Ok." Misha said, coming out and carrying more suitcases than mortally possible. She liked carrying the suitcases for everyone. Kept the pump in the arms. She set them down, squatting low, and displayed her attire. "How do I look? Be honest." She didn't usually wear leathers, and didn't feel so confident in them. But the pants were tight, the boots were laced, the leather jacket was long on the sleeves and short in the torso, and the shirt she was wearing showed way too much midriff. If anyone had any laundry to wash on her stomach, now was the moment to try. She fidgeted with her belt buckle, normally used to no belt, or a large workout belt. "Good enough, ah?" She then put on her shades and struck a pose like she was bad to the bone. Off in the distance, a guitar riff from the song of the same name could be heard. 

The flight to Los Angeles was uneventful. Los Angeles is unlike any other city in the World of Darkness today. It has no prince and no primogen. Although members of every known clan reside within it's borders, it is not ruled by the Camarilla, the Sabbat, or any other group. Although it is one of the most dangerous cities in the world, vampires from all over the globe flock to it. It is the center of a new culture for the Kindred, a new experiment in whether they can live together without a prince to keep them from on another's throats.

Upon landing and disembarking, you all rent a fancy sports car. As you drive to the hotel, you look around and notice things about the City of Angels. Nice, neat communities of well-kept houses and apartments separated by garish strip malls, with occasional pockets of ghettos or high-rises seem to make up most of Los Angeles. The gothic punk way is the fashion center for every style imaginable, and neon and leather are the materials of the new fashion. You look at the public as you drive. You see punks, freaks, skinheads, techno-fetishists, modern primitives, hip hop fanatics, and heavy-metal warriors. The colors of Los Angeles are the black of leather and the silver of studs and blades. Most people are wearing shades, and you notice that lots of people are armed. Los Angeles appears to have a strong "classical" cultural life,  most of the music that can be heard is punk rock, rap, and heavy metal. At this hour of night, there is no traffic, but there's plenty of people on the streets and on the road.

You arrive at a very fancy hotel in Beverly Hills, just off Wilshire blvd. You have more than enough money from Prince Williams to spend, getting the best suite(s) money can buy.

Victor would look at Misha in her new gear. "To borrow from Alessandra, you look good in anything." 

When he sees people toting their weapons around, he makes sure that his gun is visible on his belt, just to keep anyone from getting any dumb ideas. 

Alana looks around the suites happily, thankfully taking her suitcase from Misha. "Amazingly fit and sexy as always Misha. It suits you in a way." She puts her bag near one of the beds before making her way to the kitchen to snoop around for something to eat, finding some wine in a cupboard and instead opting to make herself a blood wine to sip until the others decided on what they felt like doing now that they arrived.

"You both are too kind." Misha smiled, setting all the luggage down. "I had no idea a woman of your class could look even more attractive in tight leather." She smirked, trying to make the growing warmth in her loins subside just a bit. So, she distracted herself by talking some more. "We hef one night here before the Rant. Eet ees this time tomorrow, around meednight."

Victor sets his luggage down. "Midnight tomorrow, eh? We'll visit Salvatore a few hours before the Rant tomorrow, which should allow us to enjoy tonight." 

Alessandra thanks Misha for taking her luggage with a peck on the cheek before sitting down on the couch, legs crossed. “Sorrin, did you happen to find anything on what there was to do around here? Might as well get some sort of taste for the place before tomorrow.”

Alana smiles as she sips her wine. "Aw. Thanks Misha. I suppose I had a few of these from my early days. The phase in which I met Lestat. Leather was all the rage. Very rebellious. Tight and sexy. I can understand the appeal. Especially in such a free place as here." Alana seemingly pulls out her phone to quietly scroll through her social media pages with a pleasant hum.

Dressed in a similar yet more male based style that Harold had picked out for him before, Sorrin sets down across from Aless, Lup sitting on the floor by his feet at attention, "Nothing to unusual. A number of museums, some farmers markets, a number of clubs and vanity walks, one of my acquaintances from Canada sent me a link to a vampire catering bar over by the boardwalk, there's also a few private beaches owned by a few kindred which they allow our kind to use."