Joseph started to get impatient the last half hour before curtain call. He should have sent his car for Rhys. Next time he would, if anything to reassure himself the young Kindred wouldn't run into any trouble traveling between his sire's haven and the Paramour.
But it was worth the wait, as he spotted Rhys making his way through the lobby. He naturally stunning, but the outfit drew the eye and accentuated his tall, lanky form. The low button shirt was particularly delightful and the entire ensemble made Rhys resemble a rock star about to take the stage.
His awkward compliment was met with a gentle laugh. Joseph closed the distance between them, offering his hand to shake before using it to draw Rhys closer. "You look stunning," he assured the younger Kindred. While he wanted to stay close, there were appearances that had to be kept.
Waving over the pair of blood dolls who'd volunteered for the evening, Joseph could tell by their expressions they were also delighted by Rhys' appearance. "Rhys," he began as he led the Tremere closer to the pair. "This is Chantal." He indicated a tall, leggy black woman with natural hair dressed in a sleeveless deep blood red silk jumpsuit. "And Melissa." His personal tastes was not tiny brunettes, but since that was what Rhys had chosen before at the club, Joseph saw no reason not to be accommodating. She was a few inches shorter than the Brujah, even in her heels and dressed in a backless emerald colored dress.
"They'll take you to my box while I check on things before the show," he explained. "Feel free to start without me. I'll be along shortly." Hopefully, nothing would blow up and demand his attention.
The ladies flanked Rhys on either side, linking arms with him. "This way," Chantal said, tugging him towards a set of red carpeted stairs. "Joseph had said you were gorgeous, but now we can see he wasn't being biased at all."
Melissa giggled her agreement. "We hope you'll have as much fun as we do. Joseph's VIP guests are always exciting."