@Breanna Volsh
Like a fish out of water, Baros had taken to Nar Shadda. It was so far out of his comfort zone that he was pretty sure he would never return to Corellia alive, probably not even dead. The hotel had been alright, but the noises he had heard from outside were just a little disconcerting. He was not in the Core anymore.
He was here for a reason. Nar Shadda was the door, a gateway, to entirely different market. It was a market that he had no legitimate access to except through a legitimate business. Legitimate was a vague term on Nar Shadda, or so he had found. He had spent the day bouncing from one club to another, from one retailer to another. He had seen a few rip off garments, of Glitterstim origin, both in the retailers and on the staff of some clubs. It was clear that his work had made it this far, but originals were still not to be seen. They were better, clearly, and they were something he knew that people would want to have.
The day, though, had felt like a montage...
"Hi, I'm Baros Sal-Soren..."
"...name means nothing to me."
"...owner of Glitterstim...."
"...and?"
That club had not come through for him.
"I'm sorry Sal-Soren...why would we want originals when we can sell our garments for the same price?"
"At least you are honest about what you are doing."
"I am a very honest man, Mr Sal-Soren...pride myself on it."
"Yeah, I can tell..."
That retailer continued to sell ripoffs.
"Hi!"
"Go away."
"Greetings..."
"We don't want any..."
That was the story of the day.
As he walked into subtly named 'Pink Pleasure Palace', Baros took a moment to soak in all the...pink. At first he thought of simply turning around, but then he began to note the clientele. This was not just any garishly decorated club. This was a hub of influential beings. How could he tell? There were a lot of body guards glaring menacingly at one another, as they stood by beings of varying species, ages and genders as they enjoyed the pleasures of the pink palace.
He took a deep breath. It did not smell like he expected, which given what he saw going on was a good thing.
Yes, this place might show some promise.
Like a fish out of water, Baros had taken to Nar Shadda. It was so far out of his comfort zone that he was pretty sure he would never return to Corellia alive, probably not even dead. The hotel had been alright, but the noises he had heard from outside were just a little disconcerting. He was not in the Core anymore.
He was here for a reason. Nar Shadda was the door, a gateway, to entirely different market. It was a market that he had no legitimate access to except through a legitimate business. Legitimate was a vague term on Nar Shadda, or so he had found. He had spent the day bouncing from one club to another, from one retailer to another. He had seen a few rip off garments, of Glitterstim origin, both in the retailers and on the staff of some clubs. It was clear that his work had made it this far, but originals were still not to be seen. They were better, clearly, and they were something he knew that people would want to have.
The day, though, had felt like a montage...
"Hi, I'm Baros Sal-Soren..."
"...name means nothing to me."
"...owner of Glitterstim...."
"...and?"
That club had not come through for him.
"I'm sorry Sal-Soren...why would we want originals when we can sell our garments for the same price?"
"At least you are honest about what you are doing."
"I am a very honest man, Mr Sal-Soren...pride myself on it."
"Yeah, I can tell..."
That retailer continued to sell ripoffs.
"Hi!"
"Go away."
"Greetings..."
"We don't want any..."
That was the story of the day.
As he walked into subtly named 'Pink Pleasure Palace', Baros took a moment to soak in all the...pink. At first he thought of simply turning around, but then he began to note the clientele. This was not just any garishly decorated club. This was a hub of influential beings. How could he tell? There were a lot of body guards glaring menacingly at one another, as they stood by beings of varying species, ages and genders as they enjoyed the pleasures of the pink palace.
He took a deep breath. It did not smell like he expected, which given what he saw going on was a good thing.
Yes, this place might show some promise.
