“Find your greatest part of joy,
Follow your greatest part of joy,
and know that I watch you, enthralled,
my children, my creations,
my beautiful ones.”
Arikel’s words to her childer

New Orleans was made for the Toreador. The city’s name is practically synonymous with parties and debauchery, yet it also boasts a rich cultural heritage and thriving arts scene. The degenerates can no more survive without these things than vitae. The Big Easy offers more than enough of both to slake the clan’s lusts… or perhaps just enough to fully arouse them.

No city straddles the line between Paris and Sodom like New Orleans. The Toreador can only stare in rapture as she struts by. She knows they’re watching. That’s why they’re her favorites. The Ventrue may proclaim themselves the Big Easy’s masters, but the Toreador know they are her lovers.