The dolls had no idea how little Rhys knew about how things worked in Joseph's haven. There was food and wine for them so the Kindred he was entertaining could enjoy drawing out the meal and getting inebriated as much or little as they desired. The experience was usually pleasant for all parties involved, which was part of the reason the blood dolls were eager to volunteer for entertaining. Joseph believed firmly well treated retainers were far more loyal than slavishly bound, frightened ones.
Chantal was a little disappointed he had chosen Melissa over her, but the night had just started and Joseph would be certain she wasn't neglected. She scooted over and took Melissa's glass from her as the smaller girl eased herself into Rhys' lap. "Not all, sweetie," she purred as she draped her arms around his shoulders loosely.
Joseph was relieved when he got to the VIP box and shut the door behind him. If he still breathed, he would have let out a relieved sigh. Mrs. O'Dell was a lovely woman who spent an obscene amount of money on the theater arts, but she talked even more than he did. Which was quite an accomplishment, given the fact Joseph rarely ever shut up.
It looked like Rhys was right at home. Or the girls had crowded him and he was just trying to go with the flow. He smiled at Rhys as he crossed the chaise. Chantal put aside the glasses at his approach and smiled at the Brujah and extended her hand.
"Don't let me interrupt," he teased Rhys as he caught Chantal hand and brought it to his lips, biting down gently on the meatiest part of her hand for a little sip.
The girl gasped and shuddered, moaning as Joseph drew out the small bite and then licked it closed. Once again, it was a show for the other Kindred more than for the benefit of the blood dolls.