The Vampire Club
Built into the grounded hull of a bankrupt millionaire’s yacht, the Vampire Club is one of the Anarch Free State’s prized possessions. Indeed, Kindred of all factions consider the Vampire Club to be Elysium (in whatever terms their particular sect or origin under- stands the concept). Even the ghouls, retainers, and hangers-on of Kindred retinues may enjoy themselves, though non-vampires are restricted to the environs of the Alexandrian Club, specially built above the mired club-ship.
With the patronage of once-Prince Vannevar Thomas and managed by an eccentric Toreador socialite named Sebastian Melmoth, the Vampire Club has, for almost a century, been the toast of the town, where Anarch Warlords may indulge their Kindred pleasures side-by-side with Sabbat Bishops and prominent Camarilla Primogen. Practically all vampires who visit San Francisco make it a point to visit the Vampire Club, even if they’re on the run or lying low. This is a place where a vampire may be a vampire, regardless of politics or recriminations. The club has weathered the tumult of the Anarch Movement, the invasion of the Kindred of the East, and the ruin of its patron Prince — no turbulence has been able to dampen the epicurean spirit of the club.
One particular milestone looms large for the Vampire Club: its hundredth anniversary. Sebastian Melmoth has already begun planning an enormous celebration, and no few august patrons of the club from across the world have poured money into his coffers with the intent of being recognized for their largesse at what might well become known as the biggest and most debauched party in Kindred history.
