It's been a long time since you last found yourself in a situation requiring an unscheduled meal—other than that young couple outside the burning warehouse, that is. But you had no choice, then. Right? This feels different. You're going out on the prowl again.
The challenges and uncertainties of recent nights have revitalized the predator inside you. Tonight, your prey won't simply be handed to you on a platter, and the choice of where to hunt is your own.
Your palette is significantly less fussy than many other Ventrue, but you do enjoy a higher class of mortal in order to feed. You've never been able to figure out what it is about higher social standing that makes the blood so much sweeter—in truth it defies all logic—but you've developed an eye for those who sate your particular requirements.
There are a number of hotspots for feeding in Ottawa, and while you haven't been to each of them personally, you've been briefed on acceptable locations, areas forbidden by the Prince due to concerns of Masquerade breaches, and personal hunting grounds of the city's Primogen and notable coteries. Given reasonable travel constraints, you've determined a few optimal victim locations.
Where do you plan to sate your cravings?