
Chiara was lurking around lowblood clubs again, she passed it off as "looking for talent", but really, she felt empty. She would take some troll out for the night, pay for their dinner and rent a room as they kissed up to her high blood color, giving her the only food she really wanted; an ego boost. Her networks were becoming both tighter, and more out of control. She had hired more people, and that meant she was trusting them to do their jobs.
The blueblood sighed as she downed another shot, enjoying the warm liquid that made her feel just a bit disconnected from her thoughts. Then the club quieted down, and Chiara turned towards the stage. A troll walked up to the stage mic, announcing whoever was going to be preforming next. Chiara signaled the bartender for another drink as she put her drunk attention to the stage.