Abagail laughs politely. "You mean to ask if I'm familiar with your particular appetites? I've been aware for some time now. I was once on the shortlist to become one of the Mistress's special servants, but then…" she shakes her head. "Silly of me to even mention. Apologies. Regretfully, I've been instructed to inform you that such services are available primarily as out-calls. We do have one doll in-house at the moment, but feeding here should be minimized for the time being. The Mistress implied that this was a city-wide edict, though she would never mention by whom."
"That's a recent change?" It has to be Arundel's edicts after the threats of the Second Inquisition. So much has changed in recent nights. No phones, physical couriers where you once had email, and now no proper blood doll services.
She nods demurely. "Quite. It's been less than a month, and the dolls are still adjusting. Some of them find their clients' homes a bit less tastefully appointed than what they're accustomed to."
Images of sewer havens and back-alley hovels hidden from the sunlight spring to mind. Not all Kindred are as wealthy as your sire, and secure locations can be difficult to find. "So you have a doll here? Could I meet them?"
"Of course," Abagail says, already mid-motion in anticipation of your desire. "This way."
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