Something Borrowed, Something Blue

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Location : Nar Shaddaa , Hhawa Kouiehh { Club Vicious }
Time : 2130 Local
Music : Warning : Graphic Nature

Nar Shaddaa, The Smugglers Moon. A living, breathing cesspit of corruption and villainy. A more vile place was difficult to find in this chaotic galaxy, but to The Blood Matron this was a safe haven. It was her backyard, her personal stomping grounds, and few dared challenge her authority in this mecca of criminality.

The Matron's personal vehicle came to a halt outside her club, Hhawa Kouiehh, or Club Vicious in Basic. The Zabrak stepped from her ride, straightening her dress reflexively as her bizarre yellow-red eyes swept the immediate area. Satisfied that her security was keeping the streets clear of riff raff, and unwanted vagabonds, the Matron heading inside. In moments her sharp features blurred, obscuring the details of her face as the club's neon lights brought her death's head tattoo to life. The Crimson Lady had arrived at last.

Tonight was a special night indeed. The Club had been closed to the public. Instead of the usual party goers, drunks, and addicts that swarmed the Smuggler's Moon like so many rats, Hhawa Kouiehh hosted only the upper echelons of the criminal syndicate known as The Hutt Cartel. In the club's main chamber, a dining room of sorts featuring numerous private tables and booths, Clan Vrotoa had gathered in force. Everywhere Zenva's eyes traveled her kinsmen, Zabrak all, filled table after table. And decorating many of the tables, and a few laps, the Cartel's newest tribute of slaves had been press ganged into service.

Zenva smiled sweetly to some of her favorite kin as she passed them, moving deeper into the club's dining room toward her personal table at the room's center. There she slipped into her seat with serpentine grace, and folded her long legs one atop the other at the knee. Her hand came up almost absently to summon a slave to attend her though she didn't so much as glance around to see if any were paying attention. Her hand settled on the table before her as her lacquered nails began to rap against the wood. It wouldn't be more than a few moments before the Crimson Lady would become irritated with having to wait. She almost pitied any slave that might keep her waiting.

[member="Lyn'ara Okemi"]

 

[Lyn'ara Okemi]

Because this was a night to honor the Hutt Cartel, ever woman was wearing variations to the same outfit. The metal bikini used most commonly inside of the ancient and (Lyn'ara would be forced to say) glorious master Jabba the Hutt's palace. Each girl was given an outfit of some kind of metal to show exotic, skill, rank. The way Lyn understood it was from least to greatest, Copper, Bronze, Steal, Silver, Gold, and then Jade. Of course the entire outfit wasn't made out of these metals and minerals, they just had designs with them and were colored to make it look like they were. Lyn was disappointed when she was handed a gold instead of a jade outfit. But now she couldn't help but feel like someone was looking out for her. Jade would draw to much attention to herself. Attention she didn't want in a crowd like tonight.

Lyn walked to one of the quick stock bars they had set up for tonight and filled her small tray. The dark room was suddenly jumped with a flash of light as the stage was now spotlighted and the entertainment began. Before tonight things in this place were grimy.. and kinda gross. The stage had only poles and not nearly as many decorations. The entertainment would begin with the Jade girls giving their best dances. It would then turn into an auction of sorts to buy the woman for the night. A tradition that made Lyn'ara feel sick to her stomach. With her drinks in hand she began to wade through the crowd.

She approached a yellow zabrak woman with two bronze girls on her side and lap. They were giggling and feeding her some exotic fruit from the table as she spoke secrets in their ears that made them giggle. "The drinks you ordered mistress.." Lyn'ara said bowing low and holding the tray out for the lady. She didn't even notice Lyn, having side a hand somewhere that made one of the bronze girls jump from the tease. The other girl took the drink and nodded, putting it to her masters lips and making her drink. Both bronze girls were human, one with light skin, the other with a copper brown. She understood their plan.. get some higher up to purchases you then live the rest of your life in pleasure and happiness. Lyn had tried that once. It always ended her back on the auctioning stage.

She left the table and made round making sure drinks were filled. That is when she saw her through the dim light. The Blood Matron. Lyn'ara swallowed as she saw the red woman walking through the club. This is the one she had heard about, the one who owned.. everything here. She remembered in an earlier encounter being.. disrespectful to someone who claimed to be close friends with the Crimson Lady. She hoped that she could stay out of sight long enough to not be noticed by her. But that was hard for Lyn, a species as exotic as herself and as rare was easy to pick out in the flood of humans, twi'leks, and other common races that had been forced to serve this night as well.

Just then she saw the flick of her fingers. A motion in her position of authority meant a drink was already made and coming into her hand now. Lyn froze. Feeling her heart beat so loud and hard she felt it in her throat. She didn't know how much time had went by as she stood there absently. But it was enough time for the red woman to look visibly annoyed. She took the first step in walking over there and stopped for another few moments. Lyn'ara closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She made the rest of the way over there and handed her the last drink on her tray. "My.. m.. my apologizes for the wait mistress. We have some very important and thirsty people here tonight" She attempted to joke.

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]