Los Angeles is decadence. It's a city of sunshine and darkness. The most visible residents are outlandishly wealthy, and their mansions overlook the largest population of homeless in the world.
This is the World of Darkness, and L.A. is its poster child.
The Kindred have designed this city well. Every city is a volatile thing. Every creature in it adds an element of chaos. Sometimes they make unpredictable choices. Sometimes Kindred work against each other. But taken as a whole, this city feeds the lusts and satiates the unending hunger as best it can, freeing the Kindred for their Dance Macabre.
In this city is a cafe. A woman with wild hair and wiser eyes presides, unknowing, over Elysium. Something about Krista calms the raging beasts inside each Kindred who visits The Red Dragon. By order of the Prince, a special lover of coffee house cultures, no violence may arise in The Red Dragon.
It's something of a paradox, this cafe. An Invictus Prince declares Elysium in a cafe with seemingly Carthian politics, even if they don't know it. The name, an Ordo Dracul emblem, seems like a wink to the campus across the street, but it's just the Welsh heritage of Krista, she claims. Street pastors spit forth words of the coming apocalypse as if speaking with the mouths of the Lancea Sanctum. Circle of the Crone approves of the management.
Tensions are high in East Hollywood. Each faction hoards and steals every advantage it can find, but at The Red Dragon, ghouls caffeinate and their regnants share the buzz from sundown to sun-up.
