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These Spirals are members of high society, and stalk wherever the elite gather: social galas, art gallery openings, fundraisers, opening nights on Broadway, anywhere they might obtain a necessary alliance or primary advantage by doing so.

The aristocratic wolf enjoys these circles for the thrill of walking amongst his prey in human skin, listening to their vapid lies and empty dreams. The Spiral exults in

deceiving these people into believing he is of their kind, and in wooing them into opening their hearts, their homes, their checkbooks, or their legs for him.

Some Spirals find such connections useful in both the acquisition of real estate and the accumulation of personal wealth, in which duper’s delight or the possible chance to eat or fuck a one-percenter is just a bonus. On more rare occasions, the Black Spiral Dancers are keyed into the clandestine movements of the Garou through hearing about stories of improbable industrial sabotage, strange acts of eco-terrorism, animal attacks or otherwise. Some few Spirals have even come into possession of oc­ cult artifacts through hapless collectors who had no idea what danger they were in.

Finally, the aristocratic wolf shapes the herd around him to suit the Wyrm’s design. Political reformers are easy targets for corruption, seduction, or to take home, and devour. There is no top-down change for the better in a city where aristocratic wolves have come to dwell, and they find few Garou capable of challenging them in the arena they’ve made their own.