Corey's OOC
And where were the spiders
Now was the time to get to work. Mraek Starchaser had sent word ahead of himself to [member="Danger Arceneau"] for a quick meeting. At least he was hoping it was quick. The Desert Queen had helped him think of where he was needing to go in life, and in business. Get out of the exclusive contract market and into something a bit more profitable, a bit more fun, and something that fit him better.
And that was the entertainment industry. Casinos mostly, but linking clients to the right services was all a part of that. This was why he was on Tatooine.
Walking up to the speakeasy on Tatooine, in light wash denim pants, a white tunic and a simple serape over all, dark glasses on his eyes, the man stepped inside. Moving the glasses from his eyes, he made his way up to the bar, knowing the buxom redhead would be alerted to his arrival.
It was simple. Let Bright Star provide simple table games for her space ports, and Orian would be able to go through all clients registered looking for escorts.
And that was the entertainment industry. Casinos mostly, but linking clients to the right services was all a part of that. This was why he was on Tatooine.
Walking up to the speakeasy on Tatooine, in light wash denim pants, a white tunic and a simple serape over all, dark glasses on his eyes, the man stepped inside. Moving the glasses from his eyes, he made his way up to the bar, knowing the buxom redhead would be alerted to his arrival.
It was simple. Let Bright Star provide simple table games for her space ports, and Orian would be able to go through all clients registered looking for escorts.