Private Returning the Favor

[Kaila Irons]

Location: Red Ronin Club, Canto Bight
Wearing: Dress
Tag: Darth Virelia

The Red Ronin Club sat high upon the cliffs above Canto Bight.

From here one could see the oceans of Cantonica for miles around, reflecting the blue haze of sunset after a storm, and the warm lights of that bustling sea port below. Real sailing ships returned with fish caught fresh that evening, while others prepared to disembark on sunset cruises filled with wealthy party goers and tourists.

Kaila watched it all from the viewport of a private airspeeder, with none other than Darth Virelia in tow.

The fantastic thing about Cantonica was that it was situated too far from everything to be dragged into war but too close to something not to attract attention. The trip from Malachor to here was quick, from Korriban? even quicker.

So she dragged Virelia here after the party, among those who cared less if she were an exile.

She'd even handed her a brochure for her own resort. The club advertisements described heated pools both natural and artificial, grand dining halls serving fresh sea food and imported goods alike, massage parlors, they even had a soundproofed club with aggressive music and live entertainment for the wilder sorts. And of course, the meanest private security any wealthy woman could want protecting their valuables.

It failed to mention they were Kaila's assassins.

But there would be no violence today. She'd seen how hard Virelia was working, knew it must have put strain on those silk-clad shoulders, even if she didn't show it. Because she and Kaila were more similar than either of them cared to admit.

"So~?" she hummed, turning away from the viewport.

"What do you want to do first?"

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[Darth Virelia]

"Rest and Revile."

Tags - Kaila Irons

She let silence breathe between them, filling the air with the hum of the speeder's repulsors and the faint salt-washed perfume of the sea drifting in through the ventilation. Her violet eyes tracked the coastline below, but her presence—her gravity—never left Kaila.

She shifted, a languid movement more suited to a throne than a passenger seat, one leg crossing over the other, cloak sliding like poured ink across the seat. Her lips curved, not into warmth, but into something more dangerous—a smile sharpened into a hook.

"First?" she echoed softly, voice low and velvet-edged. "That presumes I came here to consume like a tourist. To drink the wine, to press my hands upon whatever novelties you offer." Her gaze cut to Kaila at last, unblinking, deliberate. "But you didn't bring me to the cliffs of Canto Bight for seafood and massage tables, Kaila."

Her gloved fingers traced the seam of her seat, slow and deliberate, as though sketching the shape of something invisible. "You brought me here because you wanted me close. Because somewhere between exile and empire, you remembered how it feels to share the view with someone who does not flinch from what you are."

Virelia leaned forward then, the soft flicker of the city lights gilding her features in molten gold and deep shadow. Close enough that her breath could be felt, though her tone remained measured, conversational—like a knife wrapped in silk.

"So what do I want to do first?" She let the question linger, as if tasting it. "I want to see what you want to show me. What you built in your image, beyond the shadows and the perfume of wealth. The parts you think only I would understand."

Her smile widened, softer now, though no less predatory. A pause, pregnant with weight, with suggestion, with promise.

Her hand lifted, brushing lightly at the fold of Kaila's collar, as if straightening it—a gesture both intimate and commanding.

"Take me where you wish to begin. And I will tell you whether it is indulgence… or revelation."

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Dress
Tag: Darth Virelia

"You brought me here because you wanted me close."

"Hmh." her lips cracked into an undeniable smile.

"Yes." she swallowed.

Kaila shivered when Virelia came close, their proximity having taken on new meaning since that day on Rakata.

"I know I don't always express my thoughts clearly, but... Well, I've come to care for you, Serina."

"And you've been working so hard." she glanced away.

Virelia said many things, as she always had, but the words 'flinch from what you are' remained at the forefront of her mind. She pinched her chin in thought, the golden gaze reflected in the viewport contemplative, distant. Very distant.

Share the view with someone who does flinch from me...

"Well, if it's a view we're sharing..." she said, quietly, as the rooftop landing came into view.

"There's a patio outside my personal quarters. We can see the stars and sea both, from the cliff."

The young Darth glanced back while Virelia finished adjusting her collar, and despite the pain in her eyes, the woman brought that faint smile back.

It grew mischievous for but a moment, as she leaned in to whisper;

"It even has a pool."

Her smirk and attention remained Virelia's awhile longer, even as finely dressed servants opened the airspeeder doors for the pair. Kaila allowed them to take her ever-gloved hand as she slid out of the vehicle, waving off armed security, including some of her Commando Droids, who they'd no longer need for the evening.

"Move all organic personnel out of the top floor, we are not to be disturbed."

Then, with the hired help leaving, Kaila turned to offer the Tyrant Queen her hand.

"Shall we?"

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