Miss Blonde
Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy

Location: Golden Nautolan Casino Back Storage Facility
Blood never really comes off of concrete once it settles, you can scrub and scrub all day but that ugly brown stain will always be there to remind you of that one inescapable fact. That one day we are all going to die, and that one day that could be your blood upon the ground, set there to mold and become a rusted shade of brown.
And that was partially why a meeting was chosen there between The Underground and the Red Ravens, as a reminder of these things. It wasn't anything personal or even trying to threaten one directly, it was there so that a point could be made without ever having to go into unpleasantries vocally. That if you were to cross the people selling you guns, then you should begin to imagine what it would be like for one to slit your throat and pull your tongue through the gash so that your blood could add to the ever growing stain beneath you.
The storage facility was dark, very dark. For the guests arriving from underground when they would walk in the front door there was a solid path of light that stretched along for a good thirty meters, along the path brown splatters of some dark substance specked on the ground until it reached a single circle shaped table with a tablecloth on it. There were a few chairs there and sitting at the table was a woman in a Red Dress, the Vice President of the Ravens in the flesh. It wasn't every day you had a galactic celebrity such as [member="Jorus Merrill"] enter your casino and do business. Therefor the proper safety precautions needed to be taken, not for the safety of Jorus, but for the safety of the Ravens.
He was fabled as a dangerous man, rumors of his abilities spread through the galaxy like wildfire. Some said he could fly, others said he could shoot lasers from his eyes, whatever the case was the stories were there and he was dangerous. Which was why everything but the path and table was shrouded in darkness. For in that darkness lay dozens of security droids and personnel, all armed to the teeth ready to attack at a moments notice. Patricia didn't want the man to see just how afraid of his reputation the ravens were.
So Patricia sat back at the table, her legs crossed as she wore a tight form fitting red dress, and awaited the arrival of one Mister Merrill.