
Calypso Resort and Casino, Randon
Inside her room at the Calypso, Maya stood before a full length mirror. Her nose wrinkled, she didn't like the look of this outfit, but she supposed that it fit the bill – a very high bill. Normally accustomed to ragged ensembles of baggy shirts and comfortable trousers, she looked like a new woman tonight. A slim black dress, gloves that went to the elbow, and a slight smear of red lipstick... she looked the part of a socialite. She'd been told by Mar Dellaeon to dress nice.The smuggler woman hoped that it was enough.
With a small shrug, she tugged at the dress in a rather unladylike fashion before heading out the door. It felt odd to leave all of her favorite weapons behind, Maya had even left her knives behind. But, she wasn't completely unarmed, for there was a tiny little gun strapped to her thigh. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing at all.
The lift opened and Maya slipped inside, pressing the button to take her down to the lobby of the hotel and casino. This place was pretty swanky, she had to admit. Though, it really wasn't her taste. Walking with an awkward, rugged gait, Maya's heels clicked in protest against the polished floors. She paused in the doorway of the casino, Mar would be situated by one of the table games, so he'd informed her.
“This better be worth it.” She muttered, and drew an item from her purse.
It was a stick of gum that she immediately began to chew, rather loudly. Sticking to the wall as she entered, Maya continued to eye the crowd. There were dashing men in suits, and ladies in frilly finery. She couldn't have felt more like a fish out of water.
Meanwhile, tucked away at a corner sabacc table, Mar Dellaeon was winning. He laughed and drew down his cards. Whether it was pure luck or some sort of hidden talent remained to be seen, but his sabacc companions had had quite enough. Mar checked the time, fully aware that his two contacts would be here shortly. “Clear off,” He said, motioning for his players to move on.
He had contacted a smuggler that had done some work for him in the past, and a name that was rising on the treasure-hunting scene. Mar would wait to make his decision, he wanted to evaluate them in person. But, he had a good feeling about this.
And if Mar knew anything, it was to trust his gut. His winnings tonight were proof enough, but he hoped that this venture would be far more profitable than a night at the card tables.
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