Sales Pitch ; The Pink Edition

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Spoiler

Floor Plan
Floor 1: Ground Level

Main Lounge (None Business Hours Lighting)

VIP Booth (Business Lighting)
The first floor is dominated by a full service restaurant and lounge. A multitude of VIP booths line the walls. Club music is audible though not as loud as the second floor.
Floor 2: Club Level

Main Dance Floor (Business Lighting)

Main Bar (Business Lighting)
The second floor features a massive dance floor and an extensive bar room.
Sub-Floor 1: Club Members Lounge

Wait Staff offering Silver Domino Masks.
The Sub-Floors are underground. Access is restricted to Club Members only. The Members Lounge features a dance floor, dining area and smoking lounge. Full service wait staff provides food, drink and narcotics to Members.
Sub-Floor 2: The Dungeon

Private Lounge
The Dungeon is restricted to Platinum Club Members only. Private lounges cater to the darkest and most depraved citizens of the galaxy. There is no such thing as "illegal" or "taboo" in the Dungeon.​

Hhawa Kouiehh ; "Club Vicious"
Nar Shaddaa, 10pm Local Time

Hhawa Kouiehh, or Club Vicious in Basic, was in full swing. Patrons flocked the doors as imposing security personnel checked each and every one for weapons. The Crimson Lady's domain had few rules, no weapons, no fighting, no stealing, and never disrespect her or her employees. Violation of these few rules was grounds for immediate removal from the premises, often ending with a gut shot in a back alley. Still, the club was steadily filling with customers. Most making their way to the public dance floor and bar on the second floor. Others, self stylized Criminal Kingpins, made their way downstairs to receive their silver domino masks, a token only given to club members.

Zenva Vrotoa, The Crimson Lady to some, sat in her own private box in the club's main lounge. She adjusted the lines of her favorite dress, making sure it hugged her form just so. Her hand returned to the table, loosely gripping a glass of whiskey, as her yellow-red gaze watched the front doors. She, and subsequently her security personnel, watched carefully as patron after patron flowed through the doors of her club. A Zeltron was expected, a former Galactic Governor named [member="Salete Kel"].

Zenva held out hope of recruiting the woman into her company. The former politician could do great things to advance the interests of her primary company, Blood Hunter's Iron Works. Better still, the woman might be well suited to advancing many of Zenva's aspersions. It was a meeting she was awaiting with uncharacteristic eagerness.

 

[Salete Kel]

The Zeltron gave an inviting wink to the guard who was currently searching her for any contraband, despite hailing from Eriadu, she still retained the well known flirtatious personality of any Zeltronian. The club looked very hip especially for one in Nar Shadda, or at least that's how the stereotype went. It's owner, the Zabrackian Salete was to meet with tonight, had really gone all out for the decor, not a credit spared. This was the kind of woman she wanted to work for. Not that she had any other choice anyways.

After the collapse of the Republic Salete was out of a job, no one wanted a former senator to a world that was forgotten by the bureaucratic nightmare that was the Galactic Republic. Besides, Salete needed a break from politics, too long had she been under the public eye. It would be nice to be her own anchor, nothing holding her back but a cushy job with a big company. Being in the private sector would mean she would be able to do things like this more often, enjoy herself, like she did when she was a teen as the daughter of the governor. Of course first she had to get the job before she could start day dreaming about any antics she would do.

Salate was prepared though, she dressed to impress, and had put on whatever make up she had left. Without any salary and being estranged form her wealthy family meant she had little money to go around on, and it was evaporating quicker than she could count it. The Zeltron covered her left leg limp with a curvy walk as she scanned the club for [member="Zenva Vrotoa"], she wouldn't let any weakness show, it was simply not the way her father raised her. Once spotting the CEO, Salete strode over in a take-notice fashion, to catch Zenva's eye, "Hello there, you must be Miss Vrotoa, I am very pleased to meet you in this lovely club of yours."

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Yellow-red eyes fixed on a guard near the door. A gesture and a nod, subtle enough that most would never notice the exchange, had drawn The Blood Matron's attention. Her gaze swept the lounge between her and the door until she found her guest. Not a terribly difficult feat really. Of course every nightclub in the galaxy had a few Zeltron in attendance, but the soft pink creature in a red dress walking directly toward her was somewhat difficult to misinterpret.

Predatory instinct took control for a moment as the Zabrak studied the woman approaching her, ever watchful for a potential threat. Long black ripples of hair cascaded down the woman's back and shoulders. Her skin a soft pink hue that glowed in an interesting way in the neon light of the club. The red dress the woman wore was small, but not embarrassingly so, and hugged her figure in a rather flattering way. Zenva's gaze lingered on rolling sway of the Zeltron's hips. Her mouth went dry as a hunger gripped her, one that owed nothing to the need for food.

Zenva flowed out of her seat, all liquid grace and elegantly composed, as her guest arrived. She offered up her best smile, serrated teeth gleaming in the neon. "I am indeed." She held out her hand in greeting, her grip firm. "I'm pleased you like my club. It was a challenge, but it's by far my most pleasurable establishment to date." She motioned to the seat across from her own. "Please, sit. Make yourself comfortable. I hope you don't mind but I've taken the liberty of ordering dinner for us. You're not allergic to shellfish I hope?"

[member="Salete Kel"]

 

[Salete Kel]

Salete let her soft grace be dominated by [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] tough grip, "Thank you, the shellfish sounds wonderful." She looked the Zabrak up and down, "Might I say, that dress looks wonderfully vexing on you, so teasing." Salete gazed for maybe a second too long at Zenva's physique, my oh my was it so defined. You could very much see the muscles in her legs and armed, a little scratched up with scars and other marks. Salete was quite the opposite of that, she had never did any physical training in her life, she was a pudgy and squishy little Zeltron, but it was always in the right places.

The Zeltronian took her seat at the table, excited for what was in store for Salete. It was a new chapter in her life was beginning, one where she would not work tirelessly for other's needs, but instead she would indulge in her own desires. Being a COO of a subsidiary for Zenva's company would serve as the basis from which the chapter would unfold. She would need to ace this interview if she did not want to live in the poor house.

Salete smiled, "So what I do know, is you are seeking a corporate officer to run a new subsidiary of your company, Blood Hunter's Iron Works. What I don't know is what operations this subsidiary will be running, and how my skill set as a former politician serve your purpose?"
Salete glanced down at her empty place setting, "Oh, and could I please have something to drink?"

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

One hairless brow rose, black lips peeling away from porcelain teeth in a wicked smile. "Vexing?" A rich, throaty laugh rolled through the Zabrak. "I'm quite certain I'm flattered. And might I add, red is a lovely color on you." Zenva's gaze trailed up and down the Zeltron in blatant admiration of the woman's figure. She forced her thoughts back to the matter at hand, doing her best to ignore the dark urges that plagued her mind.

A moment later the two women were seated across from one another. Zenva forced herself to focus on the actual words her guest spoke and not just the way the woman lips framed them. It was more difficult than she would ever admit, even to herself. Of course the final sentence grabbed Zenva's attention, shockingly so. "Pray, forgive me. How horribly rude of me. A drink, of course. I should have offered one first." She gestured with an absent mindedly graceful roll of her wrist, her gaze never leaving her guest. A waitress appeared at the end of their table instantly, laying a beverage list before the Zeltron, and toke a few steps back until she was needed again.

"You are more right than wrong, but wrong enough that I'd like to clarify. I'm hopeful that you will become more than just a corporate officer of one single subsidiary. It is my hope that with your background, and connections, that you are uniquely qualified to help drive Blood Hunter's Iron Works, and all of it's subsidiaries, into a new age of growth and prosperity. At this time I am ready to formalize the company "Crimson Lady Entertainment." Which stands as the figurehead for my club," She gestured to the nightclub around them. "And all the clubs, casinos, and hotels, I can manage to build under this subsidiary."

The Zabrak paused to retrieve her whiskey. After a small swallow, she set the glass down once more. "If I'm sufficiently impressed with you, and of course, you find my offer to your liking, it's my hope you will do much, much more than simply operate my nightclubs, Miss Kel."

[member="Salete Kel"]

 

[Salete Kel]

Salete sat, legs crossed, nursing her beverage, which to her liking contained a fair bit of alcohol. The Zeltronian listened closely, very excited for what potential this job might have, definitely interested in at least, testing the waters. But she did feel something odd, maybe it was the fact that she had suppressed her natural Zeltronian urges for so long, maybe it was just the atmosphere of the club, but Salete had a strange feeling for [member="Zenva Vrotoa"], something she had never really felt before. Nevertheless, this did not keep her form replying without hesitation,

"All of this just sounds lovely, I would be honored to receive such a tremendous role in your corporation. Running nightclubs and other operations for Crimson Lady Entertainment would be so invigorating and fresh from my old life, I promise to not let you down if you do choose me for the role."

Salete tapped her glass, recalling something the Zabrak had mentioned near the end of her explanation of duties,

"What exactly did you have in mind when you said, more than operate your nightclubs?"

Her brow raised she was in general wonderment, trying to decipher what Zenva had implied.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

It wasn't long before plates were set before the two women. Clearly the Zabrak had planned their dinner well in advance, a dish of clams, mussels, and crab in a red wine sauce. Zenva thanked the waitress and dismissed her, waiting patiently for the woman to leave before returning her attention to her guest. She gestured toward their dinner, "Please, enjoy. If it's not to your liking, we'll have something else made for you." She smiled once more before taking up a fork. With a quick motion she pulled a clam for it's half shell, popping the tidbit into her mouth.

Zenva ate in silence for a little while, shucking clams, and pulling mussels from their shells. Her yellow-red gaze flickered between her meal, and her distractingly attractive guest. The woman spoke for a moment about being honored, how this new job was invigorating, and the like. After the woman asked her question however, the Zabrak paused, setting her utensils aside, and washing down a measure of whiskey. "Ah, I'm glad that garnered your attention, Miss Kel."

Zenva took another sip of her whiskey before setting the glass down. She fixed her guest with her best smile, coal black lips curling sweetly away from her serrated teeth. "Any fool off the street can manage a nightclub with some success if they are a little intelligent about their decisions. Why, I've been little more than a common soldier for more than a decade, Miss Kel. Thus far, I feel I've done a passing far job of running Club Vicious. Or is my club somehow lacking in your eyes?" She fixed the Zeltron with a cynical look, one hairless eyebrow raised.

After a moment she returned to eating, her eyes resuming their back and forth observations of the elegant woman in the little red dress. "It is my hope that with your background and experience, you'll be capable of much more than just managing a nightclub. Tell me, Miss Kel, can I trust your discretion?" She set her utensils down again, fixing the Zeltron with a hardened look. The shift in Zenva's demeanor was drastic and instantaneous. From pleasant and inquisitive, to a deadly seriousness so quickly it was frightening. "Frankly Miss Kel, I'm aware of your dwindling finances. I'm aware of the fact that you will soon become rather desperate to add some form of income to your starving bank accounts. My question is, are you desperate enough yet to remain discreet about my offer? I would like very much to be able to trust you Miss Kel, to trust that you will keep silent about everything we discuss here tonight."

[member="Salete Kel"]

 

[Salete Kel]

Despite Vrotoa's sudden change in attitude, Salete kept her pipi mood. Salete grined at the Zabrak's final comment, "Honey, you don't get far in politics without being able to keep your smacker shut, whatever I hear in here, stays in here." After downing a gulp of her drink, she continued, "It doesn't take much consideration to say, yes, I am most definitely desperate enough to take any sort of job, whatever it is, you can count on me being completely on board, Miss Vrotoa."

Finished with her answer, Salete began her meal, awaiting her hosts reply. If Vrotoa knew of her dwindling finances, than she knew how hungry she was, from days of coasting on what little she could buy at spaceport cafes, filled with viruses and the such.

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The Zabrak flashed a smile, a harsh, sharp edged smile one might expect to see on a well feed Nexu. Zenva picked up her glass, swirling the dark liquid once before taking another sip of the drink. "Understand, Salete, may I call you Salete?" She didn't even pause for the Zeltron to speak, but simply continued to talk regardless of the answer. "Understand, desperation is a powerful motivator. I have used it to get my way many times in the past, Salete. The problem with desperation is that one can never be sure what a desperate person is going to do. You can never be sure who a desperate person has already sold themselves to."

Zenva fell quiet for a few moments, her attention returning to her meal. Several clams were hollowed out with quick, efficient little motions of her fork, their shells set aside once the meat was gone. A crab was cracked open, and left to one side to cool even as the Matron started on a few scallops. Finally she set her utensils down once more, swallowed a mouthful of whiskey, and continued. "You don't live as long as I have in my business by trusting every pinup model that walks in off the streets. That said, I want," Zenva's yellow-red gaze trailed slowly over the Zeltron as she spoke. "Very much, to trust you, Salete. So we'll have to do something about that desperation of yours."

She pulled a datapad from a pouch at her hip, and set it down between them. "There are two accounts ready for you. One is strictly for business expenses, and is largely blank. There's information in there on how to forward any charges to the account. Beyond that, you won't have access to it's funds. The other account is yours to do with as you please." The Zabrak resumed eating, speaking only after she swallowed each bite. "Fifteen thousand credits should be plenty for you to arrange an apartment, or hotel, and a new wardrobe. I'll arrange for you to receive a company vehicle once I know where to send your driver."

[member="Salete Kel"]

 

[Salete Kel]

Salete nodded in return, obviously Salete was going to be needed to win [member="Zenva Vrotoa"]'s trust, a task that couldn't be too hard with her genetic Zeltros charm. She simply could not pass this offer up, and if it required some work, so be it, she had spent the last three years living on the streets and, regrettably, selling herself out for food and money. Before that even, she had worked hard as a politician before that damned corrupted Republic fell to its knees like the feeble shell of a government it once was. Settled with her resolve not only to take this job, but understanding she would have to work for it, she replied, "Why of course you can call me Salete, you can call me whatever when your signing my pay checks."

Glancing at the datapad, a large smile spread across her face, "Fifteen thousand? Fifteen thousand is more than enough, it is more money than I have seen in a long while." Taking a sip of her beverage, she continued, "I understand your, uh, qualm with my position, especially when running something so," She raised her arms to gesture towards the club around them, "valuable in so many different ways to your wallet and to yourself. Darling you can trust me to keep not only your club, but everything else in full working condition." Finishing the rest of her beverage, she gazed into Vrotoa's eyes, "Shall we get started on some of the more, secretive details?"

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva's expression grew distant, the lingering traces of the smile on her lips fading away. She set aside her utensils in favor of her drink, which she finished quickly. She pushed her plate aside, even though she had barely finished half her meal, and leaned forward toward her guest. Her expression turned deadly serious, and when she spoke her tone was equally as predatory. "Two things you are going to need to learn, and quickly if you intend to survive on Nar Shaddaa, Salete. First, there are no secrets on the Smuggler's Moon. Try all you like, but sooner or later someone will know about everything you try to hide. Second, the reason things remain quiet, or hidden is because those who fail to mind their own business end up bleeding out in an alleyway. My club does all of it's business in the open, but it takes a certain amount of privilege to see everything we do here."

Suddenly the Zabrak flashed a smile, her serrated teeth shone vividly in the club's neon glow. She slipped out of her chair, all fluid grace and long legs. "So, if you'll come with me Salete, I'll show you what it means to be among the privileged in Hhawa Kouiehh." The Zabrak stopped a passing server, and whispered something to the girl. The server nodded once, and hurried away to fulfil the Matron's wishes. Once that was dealt with Zenva turned back to her guest, and held out her hand to the woman. "Shall we?"

[member="Salete Kel"]