he's quite the character
Life was a funny little thing full of surprises.
One day you were busy with paperwork and the next you were hungry. There were days when you had to apply discipline to yourself. You couldn't very well go out and eat in the middle of Fondor, Coruscant, or any other civilized world. No, there was procedure to follow. Precautions to take. You had to be careful and precise. That was the only way to separate yourself from the animals and beasts among you.
Luckily Luca Caldogne was hungry in his ancestral home.
He had been born here. Thrived here. And if the eternal universe willed it, he'd also die here. The halls were stately and exquisite. Tasteful artwork from many Tapani eras, flowers to freshen up the atmosphere, artifacts that covered tables and cabinets.
By all accounts this was Old Money.
"What to pick, what to pick..." Luca murmured as he looked down on the collection of sentients gathered calmly in a row in front of him. They were private retainers. Their families well taken care off and here for the... short run. "You, today." A calm finger pointed at one particular man crouched down on his knees. It was clear said man was having second thoughts as he looked at the relief of the retainers leaving the room post-haste.
"M-my sister?"
Luca smiled thinly.
"Yes, scholarship fully paid for and already on the first shuttle to Coruscant. She will remember you fondly, Tamas. I promise." That made the burly man smile at least. That was good, because the happy had exactly the kind of aftertaste the mood currently required.
His hands rested softly on Tamas' shoulders. They closed their eyes. Gasps. Pure ravenous pleasure. And all was going so well, until a sound reached Luca's ears. His head snapped to the side and started straight into the eyes of Arikk Parsa. It wasn't really his fault. Little did he know he had annoyed Luca's mother enough to send him straight into Luca's arms. It was quite rude of her, but Luca would have to deal with that later.
The door slammed shut behind Arrik at the gesture of his fingers.
Tamas dropped face-down into the carpet. The poor man was twitching as the duo of tendrils slid back into Luca's face.
"Well... well... well. What do we have here?" Murmured like honey as his attention centered entirely on the would-be paramour.
One day you were busy with paperwork and the next you were hungry. There were days when you had to apply discipline to yourself. You couldn't very well go out and eat in the middle of Fondor, Coruscant, or any other civilized world. No, there was procedure to follow. Precautions to take. You had to be careful and precise. That was the only way to separate yourself from the animals and beasts among you.
Luckily Luca Caldogne was hungry in his ancestral home.
He had been born here. Thrived here. And if the eternal universe willed it, he'd also die here. The halls were stately and exquisite. Tasteful artwork from many Tapani eras, flowers to freshen up the atmosphere, artifacts that covered tables and cabinets.
By all accounts this was Old Money.
"What to pick, what to pick..." Luca murmured as he looked down on the collection of sentients gathered calmly in a row in front of him. They were private retainers. Their families well taken care off and here for the... short run. "You, today." A calm finger pointed at one particular man crouched down on his knees. It was clear said man was having second thoughts as he looked at the relief of the retainers leaving the room post-haste.
"M-my sister?"
Luca smiled thinly.
"Yes, scholarship fully paid for and already on the first shuttle to Coruscant. She will remember you fondly, Tamas. I promise." That made the burly man smile at least. That was good, because the happy had exactly the kind of aftertaste the mood currently required.
His hands rested softly on Tamas' shoulders. They closed their eyes. Gasps. Pure ravenous pleasure. And all was going so well, until a sound reached Luca's ears. His head snapped to the side and started straight into the eyes of Arikk Parsa. It wasn't really his fault. Little did he know he had annoyed Luca's mother enough to send him straight into Luca's arms. It was quite rude of her, but Luca would have to deal with that later.
The door slammed shut behind Arrik at the gesture of his fingers.
Tamas dropped face-down into the carpet. The poor man was twitching as the duo of tendrils slid back into Luca's face.
"Well... well... well. What do we have here?" Murmured like honey as his attention centered entirely on the would-be paramour.