Zenva Vrotoa
The Crimson Devil of Nal Hutta
Nar Shaddaa ~ The Smuggler's Moon
Hhawa Kouiehh ~ Club Vicious
Warning! Adult Themes
Open to all Criminal Factions ~ Come mingle with other Criminals, play nice to create new friendships and opportunities.
No fighting!
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Hhawa Kouiehh ~ Club Vicious
Warning! Adult Themes
Open to all Criminal Factions ~ Come mingle with other Criminals, play nice to create new friendships and opportunities.
No fighting!
Tadietti Tann Xazzex Xivar Tan'yill Vizsla
A note for anyone who was NOT tagged. Zenva is having a private party. Start one of your own, and invite some friends. Or hover nearby and maybe get invited into someone's party!
Neon lights pulsed and strobed in sync with the music filling the nightclub known as Club Vicious; Hhawa Kouiehh in the language of the Hutts. The bass was so intense on the dance floor, which filled an entire level of the building below the multi-teired Lounge, that the air itself seemed to vibrate. The upper most story of the Lounge, the fourth floor of Hhawa Kouiehh, was an area restricted to all but the most influential people of the Criminal Underworld. Without the right connections, or deep enough pockets to buy access for the night, one simply could not enter the area. Deep in the heart of the booths and tables reserved for members of the Hutt Cartels themselves, sat a Major Domo of the Cartel known as the Crimson Devil of Nal Hutta.
A physically imposing woman, powerfully muscled and nearly two meters tall in the black stilettos she wore. An Ebony Dress clung to her amazonian figure, it's intricate lace patterns mingling with the black of the swirling, thorned tattoos that covered her crimson skin. Making it difficult to tell where one stopped and the other began. Golden rings of pure Electrum decorated the crown of vestigial horns atop the woman's head. The sharp features of her tattooed face however were blurred in the neon glow of her nightclub. Her expressions, and the exact details of her face were hidden beneath the glow of a Tattoo that couldn't be seen without the most common source of light on the Smuggler's Moon.
Each recessed VIP area was designed in the same fashion, a trio of half circle tables suitable for about six people of most species each, sat facing a small common area in the middle of the roped off booths. Small dancing platforms sat in each corner, with the club employing male and female dancers from a vast spectrum of aliens, and a central platform featuring a floor to ceiling dance pole in the middle of each private lounge. Security guards stood at the doors to each of the four elevators patrons used to access the upper balconies while a number of tables filled the open space of each floor. All of which were patrolled by Droids of various types serving food, drink, and worse as requested. Along the walls of each balcony, overlooking the lower lounge areas, were booth style tables designed for two people to face one another before becoming the next table of the same design.
Zenva's private lounge, and the two tables closest to it, were filled with nearly two dozen Zabrak like herself with only a few other females scattered between them. Most featured skin in shades of red, and all bore unique ritual tattooing indicative of their people. Most were caught up in conversations of their own, laughing, drinking, and smoking as they did. Each one was wearing identical pinstripe suits with the exception of the Domo.
Their leader however sat alone at the back of her private lounge. Her booth devoid of any Dancers except a male and female Togruta dancing and spinning together on the central platform. The platforms to Zenva's sides instead held a pair of Droids, their elegant faces the only thing not concealed beneath the black robes wrapped around their bodies with hands disappearing into the opposite sleeves in front of their midriff. A Golden Droid moved between the three tables of her private VIP area, refilling drinks and serving food as required.
Although Club Vicious itself never actually closed, notice had been distributed throughout discrete networks that the true Hhawa Kouiehh was open for business and a different type of clientele was to be expected. Black Markets of a higher caliber were open to the relative public for one night only. Zenva Vrotoa, Major Domo of The Hutt Cartel, Mistress of Vrotoa Industries, was in attendance tonight. While she had sent a few invitations, no one had yet dared to approach the Zabrak's private section.
Slowly, Zenva took another sip of the amber liquid swirling within the glass she held before setting it back on her table beside a small circular device. One powerful leg slipped through the slit of her gown as she set it atop the other at the knee. Relining in her seat, hands resting in her lap, the Zabrak's head turned seemingly to watch the dancers performing for her. The vibrant glow of her deaths head tattoo however, made it nearly impossible to be sure what her yellow-red eyes were actually focused on.
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