Hello, Sweetie...

[Onrai]

Why was the mysterious Circe Savan here? Magazine offer. She wanted to be one of the persons who graced the cover of this new magazine, to showcase her assets the way they needed to be - because she was born a Falleen-Zeltron.

Only issue was that she was somewhat incapacitated. Still, she could easily talk to [member="Popo"] about the magazine.

 

[Popo]

Popo shifted a file on his desk as his secretary buzzed him to let the Hutt know his appointment had arrived. He set the file aside and pulled out another sheaf of paperwork as the door opened to admit the woman here to see him.

"Good afternoon," he stated politely, his voice deep and resonating. "I believe you're here for the PlayHutt contract?"

[member="Enigma"]

 

[Onrai]

"Indeed." She smiled, slightly bending over to showcase the cleavage her black dress exposed.

[member="Popo"]

 

[Popo]

"Mhm," Popo said as he pulled the file out. "Alright, I'll need you to fill out this form for me. Just basic things. Name, address, medical records, the usual. Also, if you're not comfortable with your name being public knowledge, there's a spot to write out a stage name, so to speak. That requires a full first and last name. Once you're finished with that, we'll talk pay and benefits."

Popo set the paper in front of [member="Enigma"] and placed a pen along with it. Once she was done, he'd break out the pay and contract paperwork.

 

[Onrai]

Smiling, she did so. For alias, she put down "Lady Enigma." Of course, her actual name was signed as "Circe Savan." She had no choice.

"So you're the one who ate my arm. Thanks - now no one can do anything using it."

[member="Popo"]

 

[Popo]

"That was your arm?" Popo asked with mild interest. "Interesting. Tasted mildly of limp celery if I'm honest."

He took the paperwork and skimmed over it, noting both her real name and her stage name.

"Wonderful. Now, the payment is 50,000 credits for the rights to all holos taken. Essentially, we're taking the holos then paying you for the rights to reproduce them under our corporate label. If you'd like, I can sign a long term contract where we pay you annually as a retainer and then pay you for ownership of any and all photos we take. During that retainer, however, you'll be under contract and unable to work for similar companies. Either option is doable on my end. It's entirely up to you on the arrangement."

[member="Enigma"]

 

[Onrai]

"I'd prefer the long-term contract - if I may ask, how many years comprise your definition of 'long term?'" She raised an eyebrow, admittedly curious with regards to the situation.

Long term could mean life for Hutts.

[member="Popo"]

 

[Popo]

"Long term is annual and can be renewed each year, though any and all holos sold to us remain our property after payment," Popo stated matter of factly. "Of course breaking a contract will lead to legal action taken, which can include extending the contract by a month to six months maximum, depending on the severity. Other long term contracts in both Calendar holos or skinholos carry similar contracts and penalties, though payment is variable. If interested, just sign on the line highlighted."

[member="Enigma"]

 

[Nyxie]

Another had secretly arrived. The foxtress averted the secretary entirely in lieu of stealth and cunning, arriving seemingly out of nowhere through the door with ghostly footsteps devoid of any sound. Finally, the long silver-haired woman brushed her fringe out of her eyes and places her metal high-heel boots on a nearby sidetable, then stripping out of the rest of her Sith platemail armor piece by piece.
"Hello, my one love..." Ashe said in an eerie etherial monotone.
Finally, the Ruferalahuin was clad in nothing but bare feet, stockings and ornate armorweave dress. It was a much more comfortable fit for her form. She had followed her fiance all the way there and certainly wasn't going to let her do such a thing alone. She had only hoped Circe knew the difference between a couples' shoot and an unrated skinholo.

[member="Enigma"] [member="Popo"]​

 

[Popo]

Popo looked at the newcomer and cocked the Hutt equivalent of an eyebrow. He wasn't aware of a second appointment, much less one coinciding with this one.

"Who, pray tell, are you?" he asked politely, but with a tone that was moderately annoyed. He didn't like surprises.

[member="Ashe the Reaper"] [member="Enigma"]

 

[Onrai]

Circe sighed. "She's my wife... In less than perfect condition, but still relatively attractive." Smiling, she turned, noticing the undead Rufie seemed somewhat less than enthusiastic about this.

"Anything wrong?"

[member="Ashe the Reaper"] [member="Popo"]

 

[Nyxie]

"There is no true purpose to this job... and you're here...." Ashe stated blankly in familiar monotone.
The foxtress slipped out of her armorweave dress, clad in little more than a shimmersilk bikini bottom, arms wrapped around her bare chest. Death had not been kind to her form, but aside from paled skin and the surreal aura of beauty promoted by the alchemy of her Sith Armor, her vampirism and species' midi-chlorian life-extending ability left her form completely untouched from her days as a adult holo star. She was mostly inert, yet still fit as a fiddle. The girl was a proverbial industry gold mine. Her arms finally fell to her side, not a care or concern in the world for her outward appearance so long as no one touched her or her fiance.
"'Relative' is perspective...."
An ever so faint hint of boredom escaped in her forever-apathetic voice.

[member="Enigma"] [member="Popo"]​

 

[Popo]

"Wife, hmmm..." Popo said in thought. The half naked woman didn't phase him at all. It would, however, lead to distractions in the dealings between the two women. "If you'll please dress yourself, we can get down to business. I'm going to do something a bit unusual for this situation. I'll offer the same contract, short or long term, your choice, with the same legalities to the both of you as a couple. I'll even double the pay."

[member="Enigma"] [member="Ashe the Reaper"]

 

[Onrai]

"That sounds like a good deal." Circe smiled, considering the circumstances and whatnot. "Besides, you can always use imaging technology to recolor Ashe's skin.

"Smiling, she turned and looked at her compatriot. "Ready?"

[member="Ashe the Reaper"] [member="Popo"]

 

[Nyxie]

"Re... color?" Ashe blankly and inquisitively questioned.
What was wrong with having albino skin? It was still healthy, not ichor-ridden and tattered like a zombie's. She had her energy vampirism and unaging Ruferalahuin blood to thank for that, counteractive to her inert condition.
The woman lowered to the ground and slowly lifted her indigo dress back up, leaving her armor comfortably on the side table for a moment. She took a look at the original contract through her datapad, checking it over thoroughly and taking note of the original pay.
"If you are implying that we must both sign the same contract, then I request no less than one hundred thousand credits payment for myself by this contract - thrice the original offer of fifty thousand. I imagine my loving wife will thus request the same...." Ashe paused. "However, I will personally cover this fee via my own assets, unless you are feeling courteous. I will only agree to full exposure on the grounds that it is only with Circe Savan and vice versé.... If we cannot come to these terms or better, I will humbly decline my services and take them to a competitor corporation, where the same contract is virtually guaranteed and free marketing is available...."
Her (literally) dead, blank stare through golden eyes and her monotonic voice only bolstered her already serious demeanor, making her appear to even the most stout and unintimidated of individuals know that she means business... literally. She had nothing to lose out of rejection, which made it all the better, and she was a lethal quantity throughout the galactic paramilitary industry, which made her threefold as critical.

[member="Enigma"], [member="Popo"]​

 

[Popo]

Dead, living, angry, sad, really any kind of stare didn't bother Popo. What mattered to Popo was credits, profit, and corporate expansion and the two women before him getting published in his magazine. The cost didn't matter much, the profits outweighed it.

"Alright, that's agreeable so long as the pictures taken are under Tenloss copyright and ownership, as per the contract."

[member="Ashe the Reaper"] [member="Enigma"]