The car dropped Storm off some three blocks away from Hilcrest Ridge Drive, a few minutes' walk from The Cybermachine. It was a warm summer night, so the Lasombra did not mind actually covering the distance on her own two feet rather than easing into the comfort of the shadows. It was all too easy, she thought, and also dangerous in terms of losing a small piece of her humanity every time she slipped into the waiting embrace of darkness. So she began walking until finally getting to her destination. The bouncers took her ID without question; a forged Erebos membership card which she had a dime a dozen copies of stowed in various safehouses all around the city.
Better safe than sorry.
The building which housed The Cybermachine was not ostentatious by any means, but it reflected an understated Limbus elegance and a minimalist sense of style. It was very much the opposite of the Bohemian splash of extravagance flaunted by the imbeciles of Tenebris, she thought, flashing the bouncer a final smile before disappearing into the crowded lobby of the Erebos Elysium. Her eyes were instantly wandering about, seeking out the one she came here for: Lord Magister Victor LaGuardia. Or did he prefer his native Vittorio? Time would tell, the Lasombra thought, sauntering toward the bar and considering a glass of B-negative while waiting to see if the owner of the place would make an appearance here, tonight.