utterfailure

so i'm a ventrue and i'm talking to this toreador girl who happens to be a stripper at this club that i'm visiting. and she's all like "i need your help". of course i'm instantly concerned and want to help because she's beautiful like toreadors tend to be. so i'm like "what is it? what can i help you with?". and she's like "there's a hunter watching this club. the hunter's looking for anything suspicious and i'm starting to worry that she's on to me." so being the protective type i'm like "would you like me to 'correct' the problem?". i, of course, wouldn't think twice about killing a hunter. it is, after all, us or them. so she's like "would you please. i would be so grateful. the hunter is posing as a stripper across the street at the sin bin. she has blonde hair and a heart tattoo on the small of her back." i agreed to go across the street and take care of this lovely things problem. there were, of course, provisions: i couldn't hurt anyone else because she couldn't bare to have innocents slaughtered. the toreadors have always been a little too bleeding heart for me. but it was probably a good idea to keep things as clean as possible. if threatened, however, i would not hesitate to bleed all involved. it is well within a kindred's rights to protect him or her self in this masquerade...