Subject 37
The Cracked Mirror

[member="Joza Perl"]
Anticipation was everything.
Often times the idea of something happening was far more than delicious than the event actually occurring. The natural build up, the press of it, the ever growing expectation that it was coming. That flowing river of excitement, that knowledge that something was coming. For most people it was enough to drive them wild, enough to hold them over even if what they truly wanted never came.
It was a beautiful, almost joyous thing to watch as someone writhed and revel within anticipation, to see the light in their eyes and fire of need within them. Slevin had observed it on more than one occasion, and it was a feeling that he had now instilled in all of upper Coruscant with the help of Miss Joza Perl.
Hand in hand with his beloved Natalia guiding them Slevin and Joza had brought The Senate District to it's knees. With the opening of their first club, Dawn, the pair had managed to enthrall Senators, Governors, Businessmen, everyone from rich to poor. They had all attended, watched and enjoyed the teasing sights of Dawn. Yet as the announcement came that Dusk would soon arrive anticipation began to grow. The idea of something else, the idea of the joyous sins that could be had, was enough to drive most of them wild with ideas.
Slevin had received an unending amount of holo-messages.
People were clamoring for their unveil of Dusk, offering vast amounts of credits simply for a first look.
All of them had been denied of course, sent packing to the waves. Dusk would open only when everything was crafted to perfection. Yet standing within the middle of it, watching the lights and gazing at the massive pool within it's center, Slevin couldn't help but feel they were nearly there. He smiled slightly, then half turned when he heard the sound of feet hitting the perfectly arrayed glass floors, light casting from beneath them.
"Ah." He said with a smile. "Now there's a sight."
As Miss Perl approached he couldn't help but wish Natalia was here, the two had yet to meet and his thoughts of entanglements had not yet come to fruition.
A pity.