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Faction A Dance with the Devil

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!
Tadietti Tann Tadietti Tann Xazzex Xivar Xazzex Xivar Tan'yill Vizsla Tan'yill Vizsla

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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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Outfit: Something Nice | Something Spicy
Weapons: Holdout Blaster | Vibroknife

I needed this.
A night out, away from the stress of work and the eye of the Hutt, even if he did love them. Whottoomuzz was just so... Overbearing, Xoff supposed was the right word. Like at any moment Xoff would run off with a stranger or someone would hurt him as leverage against the Hutt.

It came with the territory, Whottoomuzz protected his assets, and Xoff was more than an asset to the big lug, even if they only talked about their worries behind the most secure of closed doors.

None of that was here. Here was the bass he could feel in the floor and in his chest, booze that could put both Zeltron livers to work, and men and women that were a feast for the eyes.

No, Xoff would never run off with another (again), but the little game of cat & mouse, feeding the temptation kept the Hutt on their non-existent toes. Xoff balanced the line of affection and flightiness like a cat approaching, sharing comfort on his terms, but always with a hint of risk that the might cat run off if you reached too readily.

Xoff let their mind go loose as the deathsticks and spice worked their magic, dancing to the rhythm. Xoff was more than the Hutt's best info broker, but also their best dancer - the two skills combined led to the marriage. His dancing even put some of the Twi'lek employees to shame.

His favored black leather and fishnets fit the environment perfectly, and he felt like this was where he belonged: one with the waves of the music and the crowd, senses stilumated from every source, euphoria running through his veins.

Xoff needed this.

But he also needed water, it was awfully hot in the center of the dancefloor. He removed the decorative black leather jacket, tossed it to one of Whottoo dearest's watchdroids, HK-87 HK-87 , and headed to the bar.

HK-87 HK-87 | OPEN​
 
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Gear: FFE and Apex Gear. Lots of little trinkets, tricks and surprises.
Tag: Zenva Vrotoa Zenva Vrotoa

A sweep of shimmersilk framed her features, veiling her lips and Lekku in a soft, liquid glow. The fabric caught the lower club lights, a dance of silver threaded through its weave, glimmering like stardust against the delicate interwoven jewellery. It shifted as she moved, fluid as mist, trailing down to the silver-wrapped sandals that kissed the floor with each deliberate step—soft, measured, in rhythm with the music, reminiscent of her time as a dancer.

Blue arrived with only two Twi'lek attendants, Opel Jeru and Kinsa, a quiet statement—no challenge, just safety. No need for a display of force when her presence was already subtly watched. Others moved within the room on her behalf—a few dancers weaving through the revelry, a Lorrdian reclining above with a drink in hand, a watchful new Zeltron serving, ever attentive. A broad-shouldered Twi'lek lingered at the corner, silent, waiting. Another would follow discreetly a few minutes behind, making their way toward the VIP section. She idly wondered how many her host would notice, or better yet, how many they might miss. A game played in shadows, silence, and half-spoken silken lies.

She had come straight from her casino, Red Fifteen—or as some whispered, fifteen days to pay. A brief journey through Nar Shaddaa, quiet enough, attempts on her life had grown more calculated of late. Less reckless. More refined. The cost of heightened security and careful trust. Those she relied on were few, and none held the whole truth—not since her sister, Nima Tann Nima Tann , had disappeared. Not since the Suns had swept through, painfully severing old alliances at their root.

Reaching the upper VIP lounge, Kinsa adjusted her focusing visor, pressing it gently to her nose before speaking to the nearest guard.

"Lady Blue plus two to see the hostess." The shorter green Twi'lek asked, datapad in hand as always.

Arrangements had been made, and messages exchanged. Whether they had reached the right ears or been well received she would find out.
 
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Location: Wherever Xoff Chantin Xoff Chantin is.
Tags: Xoff Chantin Xoff Chantin
Gear: Whatever he is allowed to bring in

New employer acquired. Calculating optimal positioning to maximize organic eradication potential, while maintaining a safe distance from flailing, intoxicated limbs that might deposit odorous beverages upon my chassis. Given the erratic nature of the revelry, HK had identified only eighty-three acceptable scenarios—a pitifully low number. Club management should consider employing a droid for floor sanitation. A simple thermal purge would suffice if properly designed.

Just as HK was about to offer commentary on his employer's highly questionable choice of dancing location, a leather coat impacted his head. It hung there. <Processing> Incineration: Suboptimal. Coat proximity to photoreceptors presents an unacceptable risk of collateral damage. Forced to engage in alternative measures. With great reluctance, he repositioned the offending garment over his arm, where it now rested beside his sadly lacking remaining arsenal.

<Statement> "Employer, I am a highly calibrated assassin droid. Not a coat rack."

To his relief, HK's contract did not yet include such menial subroutines. Mercifully, his employer had not yet realized such amendments can be made, and all attempts to communicate this to him may trigger an appropriate organic assistance protocol.

Further indignity: HK's most effective armaments—essential for organic assistance protocols—were confiscated at the entrance, leaving him with only a handful of lesser instruments for the horrifying notion of defense. The assertion that ten grenades were excessive for an evening's night out remains confounding. If anything, ten was a minimum requirement for ensuring an enjoyable outing.

<Request> "Employer, I strongly recommend shifting toward the right edge of the floor. It offers superior fields of fire should an unfortunate—yet entirely unforeseen—bloodbath occur."
 
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Zenva Vrotoa

The Crimson Devil of Nal Hutta
Nar Shaddaa ~ The Smuggler's Moon
Hhawa Kouiehh ~ Club Vicious
Warning! Adult Themes
Tadietti Tann Tadietti Tann
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Zenva's guards, in the form of two of the smaller females in matching suits, slipped from their seats among the Domo's gathering of Zabrak to intercept the three Twi-lek before they could reach the tables outside her personal lounge. They didn't speak immediately, letting the Twi-lek explain their proximity themselves. One turned to look over her shoulder towards her Mistress, speaking quietly into a handheld comm as she did. In response the Golden Droid strode forward to open one of the velvet ropes, gesturing for the trio to enter. Turning back to Zenva's guests, the guards exchanged a few words with each other in their native language of Zabraki before both stepped aside, bowing their heads slightly as the Twi-lek moved forward.

"Welcome, Honored Guests! Her Excellency, Lady Vrotoa, is most excited to welcome you properly! Come now!" The golden plated, seemingly Protocol Droid, chirped in a faintly masculine and overly enthusiastic tone as it closed the ropes behind them. The Crimson Devil's reaction to their arrival was obvious. Her horned head tilted sharply to the left, her body leaning slowly to the side. As the Droid lead them around the dancers, professionals who never paused, Zenva's head straightened sharply. Her body seemed to slither as she kept her face very deliberately pointed at the veiled Twi-lek until they stood directly in front of her table. There would be no doubt of what she was looking at in this moment.

"I present Tadi'etti Tann, Lady Blue, and company for your pleasure, Excellency." The Droid chirped, before stepping away. An exaggerated grin curled the Zabrak's blackened lips as they peeled away to reveal pearlescent serrated, shark like, teeth. They contrasted oddly against the glowing skull, almost more noticeable than they should be by simply being natural teeth. Again, she was clearly being deliberate.

She spoke in the harsh language of her people, a language few outside her species knew, and did so for several moments. There was a brief moment of silence if not for the thumping of the music before the Droid once again spoke up, seemingly translating her words. "Her Excellency, is most pleased to welcome you, Lady Blue, to her humble Nightclub." The Zabrak's left hand rose from her lap, long crimson digits, ending in black lacquered claws, extending slowly towards the table to her left. The five Zabrak sitting there already moving to leave before she could finish the gesture. Again the Droid spoke, "She insists you indulge any desires you might have while you are here. Also, Her Excellency asks for your opinion of her fine establishment." The Zabrak's hand settled back into her lap, smiling as if wanting for the Twi-lek to speak.
 
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Outfit: Something Nice
Weapons: Holdout Blaster | Vibroknife

Xoff managed to flag down the bartender for a glass of water - and another corellian old-fashioned.
<Statement> "Employer, I am a highly calibrated assassin droid. Not a coat rack."
"And now you're a highly calibrated Assassin Droid with a bit more fashion - we ought to get you a top to pair with the jacket." Xoff quipped with a wave of his wrist.

This droid had been much harder to lose than the last few that Whottoomuzz had assigned to chaperone him. Before droids it was all sorts of species, but between the pheromones and Xoff's irreverent personality, it was easy to charm them or get them to quit.

At least this droid actually talks back.

<Request> "Employer, I strongly recommend shifting toward the right edge of the floor. It offers superior fields of fire should an unfortunate—yet entirely unforeseen—bloodbath occur."

"Oh but that would make your job too easy, I don't want you getting bored of me!" Xoff said with a fake pout before downing the water.

"Besides, bloodbaths are good for the skin, really brings out the crimson."

And the first one to cause trouble in a place like this with a person like Xoff would be long dead by the establishment owners before HK-87 or Xoff needed to put them down.

"You ever considered getting a module for, like, drinking stuff, to taste things? Or like a movement enhancer to dance without looking like, well, a droid?" Xoff teased - very tamely at that, for Xoff at least.

Well. The chaperone wasnt going anywhere, but the drinks were good and the view was great - and looking was free.

HK-87 HK-87 | OPEN​
 
Hhawa Kouiehh, Nar Shaddaa (AKA Club Vicious)

Cloaked in dress made of shards of midnight, a green woman strode across the threshold. Two handsome and equally emerald green men flanked the stone-faced woman with black lips. A fourth figure lurked at her back, their face buried in the depths of a cowl drawn over their features.

Without so much as a flick of the wrist, the two men peeled off to either side as the woman slowly made for the heart of the venue. It wasn't their first time on the Smuggler's Moon and they knew their boss' proclivities better than anyone. If something were to go wrong they could leap into action and secure her escape, but otherwise they were not to 'cramp her style' as someone eloquently put it one day.

They'd settled a few business matters before their arrival. Much as Xazzex enjoyed an invitation from a friend, being in Hutt space with cause was too good of a circumstance not to exploit. By dispensing with the formalities ahead of time, there'd be nothing to press her for time at the more 'social' function. If one could call affirming business relations between the criminally-inclined merely social.

Ahead a Twi'lek seemed to request audience with Zenva, and after a brief exchange was offered an invitation to do so. Unlike her, however, Xazzex was only going to arrest her movement if those guards forced their way into her path. And then, only because she liked the red woman, the Falleen would stop without the itch to have them on their knees begging forgiveness. They were double-blessed where she had also instructed the cloaked ghost at her back not to act 'rashly' since it was a given there'd be guards interrogating visitors.

Golden rings were veiled behind dark lashes as Xazzex held up an obsidian card between her index and middle finger. Written on it in golden letters was her name and just as importantly the organization 'Leviathan Ring.' Why did she need to waste breath telling them who she was? They could read, couldn't they? Let them relay what they will and see what fate had in store for them this night.

 
Gear: FFE and Apex Gear. Lots of little trinkets, tricks and surprises.
Tag: Zenva Vrotoa Zenva Vrotoa | Xazzex Xivar Xazzex Xivar

Three paired footsteps, two barely more than whispers, followed the droid—each Twi'lek moving with an intentional softness that disarmed rather than threatened.

Receiving Lady Vrota's attention, Blue's lips hinted at a smile, veiled fabric drawn into place by the lightest brush of her fingers, a delicate motion that concealed as much as it revealed. A slight tilt of her head, lashes dipping just so, and she returned Zanva's look with a subtle glow to her glance.

"We were humbled by your invitation," Kinsa spoke first, ever detail-oriented, presenting a datapad to the droid.

At the door with our courier, there are two engraved Khagnati swords and a case of Lady Blue's own chef's Sand Monkey Steak and Acklay claws. Barely seared raw to perfection for your hostess—a hard-to-find delicacy we hope suits her tastes.

Blue's gaze drifted from Zenva, skimming over the booth before returning with quiet intent. "You have dangerously exquisite taste, Lady Vrotoa," she murmured, her voice a slow, melodic lilt. Truth or honeyed deception? A woman who had lived an act did not sway, not even in the face of recognition. Tann would be spoken by more soon enough. The facade mattered less these days. Something her sister, Black, and Goros would use against her in time.

Zenva's clawed gesture was an invitation laced with danger, one she accepted with a smooth elegance, gathering her dress beneath her in a gentle tug, the fabric falling around her like liquid silk as she settled.

Neither fear nor submission, only measured grace. Knees crossing, palms resting lightly atop them, she inclined her head ever so slightly to rest her Lekku. "What do you recommend?" The words were polite, but the question was anything but mundane. The club, the reputation, the teeth, the claws—the surface was all power and presence. But who was she underneath?

A shift beyond the booth. The Lorrdian outside had seen something. Kinsa's fingers brushed her wrist, triggering the faintest squeeze of Blue's silver bracelet. A silent alert. Blue's breathing barely changed. No shift in posture, no tell beyond the subtle rhythm of her chest. Opel, the other Twi'lek, was the real killer in the room. Silent as they came. Some could paint over their nature with makeup, mask it with careful words or a smile. But you could never hide it in the eyes.
 
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Zenva Vrotoa

The Crimson Devil of Nal Hutta
Nar Shaddaa ~ The Smuggler's Moon
Hhawa Kouiehh ~ Club Vicious
Warning! Adult Themes
Tadietti Tann Tadietti Tann Xazzex Xivar Xazzex Xivar
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Outside the Domo's Lounge, Zenva's guards were joined by those that had just been dismissed by the Domo. Among these new guards stood an oddity. A female Zabrak smaller any of the others, and sporting synthetic shoulder length black hair which nearly concealed her small horns. She wore the same suit as the Zabrak around her, but not a one beyond her had any form of body hair. As the Falleen of the Leviathan Ring approached two women again slipped from their seats as though to stop her. Behind them, the oddity called out as they moved. "Do not touch her."

The pair stopped abruptly, turned to look at the girl who had spoken, and back to Xazzex. The card the emerald skinned alien produced a moment later caused both guards to step away immediately, bowing at the waist as they cleared her path. The odd female bounced up from her seat, a smile curling her lips. It was Zenva's off putting grin in miniature, only with purple eyes and less tattoos. "My Lady, please allow me to escort you inside." She said, bowing her head before turning to do exactly that, with or without the Falleen's response.

As the small Zabrak closed the velvet ropes behind them, she spoke softly behind Xazzex's back as if conspiring with her. "I know my Aunt is most excited to see you again, Madam Speaker." A giggle slipped from the girl before she was out ahead of Xazzex once again, leading her directly to the front of Zenva's table. ~

Inside the Domo's Lounge, the Zabrak sat with the stillness of a statue, pearlescent teeth on full display. Zenva's guests spoke for the first time. Her reaction to the speaker, was, like all of her movements so far, sudden and deliberate. The sharp smile vanished, and her head tilted sharply to the side. In the same moment, the Zabrak's glowing face turned to stare at the female beside her guest as a datapad was handed to her Golden Droid.

Slowly her head swiveled back to face this Lady Blue as the Twi-lek finally answered her. The smile didn't return. She didn't answer the Twi-lek either. Her face did follow the blue alien however, as the trio took their seats at the table to her left. The Twi-lek spoke again, and still the Zabrak was silent, unmoving.~

"One thousand and more apologies for interrupting, Excellency." A small crimson skinned Zabrak with shoulder length hair cried out, leading an emerald skinned woman wrapped in oyxn to stand before the Crimson Devil. "I present, Xazzex Xivar of the Leviathan Ring, for your pleasure, Excellency." She said, bowing and stepping away to take a seat at the table to Zenva's right.

Zenva's sharp reaction was much the same, turning suddenly to face the new comers. The broad grin returned instantly as the Zabrak brought her dominant hand up, touching it to her chest. "My friend! It is good to see you again." The Falleen and Zabrak had spent what seemed like hours in Zenva's mind talking during their first meeting, and Xazzex had become a fast friend. She had an awareness for Zenva's theatrical nature and knew by the Zabrak's tone that something was wrong. She spoke flawless Galactic Basic, without her accent, but her voice held no music. Her typically amused, and ringing voice, was flat.

"Please, sit with me won't you?" Her hand coming away from her hearts to gesture to the seat immediately to her right. She turned back to the Twi-lek almost instantly, her smile fading again as she spoke in perfect Galactic Basic. "I recommend the Chandrilan whiskey. In fact, drinks for everyone, F-three. And you, girl, if you speak again when I ask your Mistress a question, I will eat your tongue while she watches."
 
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Location: Wherever Xoff Chantin Xoff Chantin walks
Tags: Xoff Chantin Xoff Chantin
Gear: Whatever he is allowed to bring in

<Statement> Oh, Employer, Improving upon my combat chassis would be like enhancing perfection—an exercise in futility. My engineering is a work of undefinable binary-backed certainty.

His programming would never acknowledge that a fresh coat of paint might be required, his last applied off the assembly line. Before the droid could extol the virtues of easy efficiency in eliminating water-logged meatbags, his employer took another sip. HK's photoreceptors flickered. Where did they put it all?

<Agreement> Ah, Employer, such wisdom. Bloodbaths are indeed beneficial for the skin. Perhaps we should schedule them at regular intervals? May I enter one in for tomorrow?

Conveniently, there was an opening at noon in their itinerary.

<Query> While I eagerly anticipate the arrival of a module allowing for the proper sampling of poisons—purely in service of ensuring my dealings with organics remain fair and balanced—I must voice my concern. Surely, Employer, you are the exception, but should we not encourage lesser organics to aspire toward the elegance of droids?

After all, dancing droids were far easier to neutralize. No flailing limbs. No unpredictable spasms. No risk of an undignified viral holorecord spreading across the galaxy, forcing HK to endure the horror of blending in with synchronized gyrations for cover.

HK's optics fixated on a glass, his central processors momentarily occupied by an intrusive, disturbing notion of being intoxicated. A waking nightmare compressed into a single, fearsome microsecond. His vocal modulator creating anything to purge the thought of liquid sloshing through his circuits.

<Query> Tell me, Employer, am I the first to safeguard your esteemed important personage, or have lesser models met an unfortunate—yet predictable—end before me?
 
Hhawa Kouiehh, Nar Shaddaa (AKA Club Vicious)
V.I.P. Longue

A subtle shift in Xazzex's eyes followed a woman's voice commanding the guards not to touch her. Prudent. Much as she sought to not use pheromones to drive them wild as it would not ingratiate herself to Zenva -- presumably she needed them clear-minded to function -- no options were ever truly off the table. But then who was this young one with a flare for appearances to know so much?

The card flipped away as its purpose was served and the smart woman drew closer. The nameless one did hold a certain familiarity. Many offworlders all looked the same to most Falleen that couldn't be bothered to see them as people worthy of recognition; Xazzex had made it a forced custom to pay attention to the details, however. It was a necessary evil when dealing with dignitaries and people of power off-world.

Her first impression remain intact as this 'niece' of Zenva remain respectful and courteous. The giggle was a little less like her 'aunt,' but perhaps just a different sort of performance. One better suited to the club? It would be interesting to learn more about the Zabrak's operation and just how pervasive her habits were among those loyal to Zenva.

At the young one's direction, Xazzex followed her into the Krayt's den.

A small upturn to the corners of the Falleen's dark lips appeared at the sight of... Zenva? The Baroness had even more theatrics to her person, it seemed. More tattoos only visible under the right light? An effective way of presenting two different faces -- two masks -- to the public.

Arguably more effective than what Xazzex relied on -- sheer prudence. An understanding amongst people not to let their tongues wag. Dangerous, yes, but mere accusation was something the Falleen woman could contend with. Let people whisper. They had no proof. Even the card in her possession was but a trinket. Nonetheless, to be announced openly did have Xazzex take mental inventory of those present. A woman had to consider whether anyone would need... corrected later. Doubtful it would be necessary. Part of the reason the card didn't list her position in the Leviathan Ring.

The niece's claim to accommodations -- sitting at a table to right of Zenva -- supported her earlier claim. Not shocking. No one made such claims if they couldn't back it up; certainly not within earshot of the one that would mercilessly butcher a liar.

"Every opportunity to see my Crimson friend," Xazzex replied with a hint of warmth and a hand over her heart in turn. As someone known for a sharp or acerbic tongue, any warmth at all might seem an oasis in the driest of deserts. A quality the two shared to an extent, and it could not be overlooked that Zenva's tone was... neutral.

At Zenva's invitation, the emerald woman calmly took steps to join the glowing Authority of the den. No effort was made to interrupt with needless comments as the Zabrak quickly turned back to something Xazzex had already intruded upon. Business came before socialization, of course. Business, it seemed, that might have contributed to her present disposition. Not that Xazzex hesitated in taking her seat at Zenva's insistence. Meanwhile, Xazzex's shadow took up position further to the right with no effort made to join the pair.

Though things weren't as bad as they could have been. Zenva could be laughing at her guests speaking in her native tongue while F-Three reguritated practiced lines. Or, as she'd said, devouring their tongues in full view of everyone present. Xazzex was quite curious what had transpired before her arrival.

 
Location: Club Vicious - VIP Lounge
Tag:
Zenva Vrotoa Zenva Vrotoa | Xazzex Xivar Xazzex Xivar

Solecism in awkward passing, contained in an elixir of control. The shift in mood was swift, thundering—a workplace hazard in their world. Kinsa melted back toward the edge of the room, she did not assume to sit.

Deference to power, measured and silent, another like Opel would have suited Blue better—fewer words, more observation. Had they also misjudged the gift? A misstep in the Cartel could be fatal. Her flaw laid bare—her penchant for giving her girls too much leeway, sentiment a dangerous indulgence.

Receptive, adjusting. A lowering of her gaze, then the slightest lift at the mention of drinks.

"That would be generous."

Soft. Measured. Caution wrapped in poise, like her veil. A lifetime lived close to the knife. The cool press of metal against her wrist—a bracelet, a device, but memory made it something else. A binding and distant reminder. Hands rested gently on her knee, steady, still. Negotiations had begun on a tense edge—not quite an unspoken thrill, but a received understanding. Proper etiquette mattered to Lady Vrotoa.

Nothing visibly changed, but their danger had been noted. Heard and not just here.

A new arrival. Blue's lips curved into a composed smile, her head inclining then giving a bow to Xazzez. This time, she did not break the silence to speak—watchful, and more careful.
 

Zenva Vrotoa

The Crimson Devil of Nal Hutta
Nar Shaddaa ~ The Smuggler's Moon
Hhawa Kouiehh ~ Club Vicious
Warning! Adult Themes
Tadietti Tann Tadietti Tann Xazzex Xivar Xazzex Xivar
a-modern-nightclub-with-futuristic-technology-lighting-up-free-photo.jpg

A sharp smile curled Zenva's coal painted lips the moment Lady Blue's servant recoiled. The fear she could instill in others was like nectar for her blackened soul. The music filling her nightclub likely drowned out the sound of the low, contemptuous chuckle boiling from the Zabrak. Unless of course, Xazzex's hearing was better than anticipated. The ever shifting lights likely disgusting the small shudders of amusement coursing through her thick chest as breathing. Then again, Zenva didn't care if her friend knew she was laughing.

The Domo's left hand swept through the air after a moment of staring down the Twi-lek. Savoring the tension of the silence between them for a little longer. Her Golden Droid sprung into motion before she could finish the almost dismissive gesture, setting the datapad in front of the Crimson Devil before beginning to serve drinks to everyone in her den. Serving first the Domo and the Falleen now sitting with her before moving towards the Twi-lek, and eventually the now five Zabrak sitting in silence to Zenva's right.

The Crimson Devil turned her hollow gaze once more to the emerald skinned beauty sitting beside her. Still grinning, her serrated teeth gleaming oddly against her deaths head tattoo, she finally reclined back into her seat. Her legs shifted beneath her gown as she settled the right upon the knee of the left. She let herself slip down onto her elbow, now suddenly leaning in towards the Falleen. "Hello, Majesty." She murmured so softly even Xazzex might have misheard her taunt.

Clearing her throat softly, and forcing her tone to maintain the appearance of cold indifference. "This!" She exclaimed loudly enough for all to hear. Her left hand rolled through the air to gesture towards the Twi-lek as if showing off a game show prize. "Is..." Her voice trailed off before the fingers of her off hand snapped twice.

"Tadi'etti Tann." The Droid provided in his cheerful synthetic voice.

"Yes! Lady Blue, she calls herself. She is an Underboss of the Cartel." Zenva's hand returned to her lap, her gaze never actually moving away from the Falleen. "I imagine that she has brought me tribute." The fingers of her right hand flicked in the direction of the datapad her Droid had left behind. Turning her wicked grin back to the Twi-lek, Zenva's left hand came up to retrieve the new drink her Droid had given her. "Am I to read about your offerings personally, my Lady Blue, or do you wish a moment to present something to me properly?"

Regardless of Lady Blue's response, once she answered for herself, or in the pause she might create, Zenva turned back to Xazzex after only a few moments. She held up the glass of amber liquid as though to toast with the woman. "Nuin." She said in Zabraki, humor beginning to creep into her voice. "Tell me, is that one of mine?" She asked softly, once her friend touched her glass, and they had shared a moment to savor their drinks. She didn't explain the question, but instead waited with an edge of musical laughter in her tone, for her friend to speak with her properly once more.
 
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The Smuggler's Moon Nar Shaddaa was quite the familiar turf to the Corellian born rutian Twi'lek, once turned smuggler, now Mandalorian warrior and captain of The Black Fleet. As familiar as she was with the planet, this was her first time to the Hhawa Kouiehh, an establishment that she first had described to her by the owner herself the last time they met. The owner? A Zabrak lady whos soul and personality were as fiery and dangerous as the color of her skin and blood. Treatcherous and deadly if you crossed her, The Force have mercy on the poor soul that said something wrong on a bad day. Stars, even Tan'yill Vizsla had trouble handling her sometimes and she had that presence making people just abide by her. However, the Crimson Devil had grown fond of ''her'' rutian Mandalorian.

Tan'yill had passed the queue with invitations at the enterance with ease, and had the way to the fourth floor and the Major Domo's personal booth described to her by the bouncers. Naturally, the beskar'gam had a day off tonight. Instead, she wore mainly black; a pitch black leather coat, a black corset with thin mesh fabric covering the chest up to the neck, a broad black necklace, tight black leggings and boots almost reaching to her knees. Her traditional rylothian headpiece crowned her head. She carried few weapons. She couldn't simply leave her fists at the door, could she?

Intense green-yellowish eyes, always looking for potential evildoers in new places, scanned the massive dance floor and its current inhabitants as she made her way through it. The huge bar and its contents across the floor was certainly alluring, but knowing Zenva, she would have an endless supply right by her own booth. As she left the large crowd of people and begun ascending through the levels of the rather impressive club, Tan'yill felt that she could relax somewhat, and put her hands in the pockets of her coat. Still, the knowledge that she would soon stand face to face with the Crimson Devil kept her from relaxing completely.

Once Tan'yill closed in on the private VIP area, she was greeted by two other Zabrak, probably staff or close family to Zenva. Definitely carrying concealed arms, but they recognised the third guest of the evening, and opened the rope and let her into the booth with courteous bows from the both of them.

"Am I to read about your offerings personally, my Lady Blue, or do you wish a moment to present something to me properly?"

''What if she hasn't brought you anything?'' Tan'yill opened after overhearing the conversation, and gave them both a glance each. ''If that's the case, I'll follow her out.'' she added with a non threatening touch to her kindred, meaning she would probably give her one chance to escape the wrath of the Crimson Devil. Given that pretty face, the other Twi'lek might have found herself in a company she would regret. If she wasn't more than meets the eye.

''Zenny...'' she said turning her attention to the Major Domo and bowing her head ever so slightly, before turning to give another to the Falleen woman also present at the booth.

''Who's my cousin, anyway?'' Tan asked, her gaze falling upon the other Twi'lek once again. Her eyes having started to settle back to the hazel ones she normally carried. ''You got a thing for rutians now, or what?'' she said with a slight smirk, tilting her head curiously at Zenva.

 
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Hhawa Kouiehh, Nar Shaddaa (AKA Club Vicious)
V.I.P. Longue

It being Zenva's domain, Xazzex made no effort to step in on the Twi'lek's behalf nor try to elevate the Lady's own taunts. As ruler of her domain any interjection might be seen as an attempt to undermine her authority, or take sides. Since Xazzex didn't know the blue Twi'lek there was little interest in wading into that quagmire. Not all was lost, however, if the woman played her cards right. Better for her to not be seen to need Xazzex as a shield; Zenva would smell blood in the water.

A sharp snort and a thing smile turned in Zenva's direction as she lounged in the comforts of her seat of power. Dangerous minx. It was rather delightful to see her arrogant disregard for others. Woman after Xazzex's own heart.

While Zenva's eyes were with her, the Falleen didn't spare a glance for Tadi'etti Tann. There'd already been opportunity for an eyeful before she sat down; it was obvious whom the tattooed woman was speaking of. Even if Zenva discourteously introduced them. A slight nod followed pronouncement of a tribute being offered. One of understanding. The pieces had begun to fall into place. A matter solidified when Zenva asked if the Twi'lek intended for her to read the offer off the datapad.

The woman of red had once made that move in Xazzex's own office. A datapad set on the far edge of her desk by a droid. Whether the Twi'lek had intended it as a power play in Zenva's own fashion, it wasn't hard to see why Zenva would interpret something the same under these circumstances. An impersonal offering. Very likely if Xazzex had actually reached across her own desk to claim the pad back then the two of them might not have gotten along so well.

Now Xazzex's golden rings did turn to the Twi'lek in anticipation for their response. There was no smile of reassurance to be found with the Falleen either; though she was curious if this would turn into quite the scene. You never slaughtered people indiscriminately, but if you needed to make a point... Fortunately, Zenva had no need to send a message to Xazzex in such a round about way.

Another blue Twi'lek entered with confidence in her surroundings. Someone known. Someone very known given the familiarity of the name used. Something to study in Zenva's countenance carefully. An opportunity to learn the rules of titles and monikers. When they'd met she'd said she wanted Xazzex and her to be on a first name basis, but the question floated in the air now... was that the case when they weren't alone? When they were in the heart of her authority? Or would the respectful, if impersonal Lady Vrotoa be expected?

It was also useful to know there was another layer of friendship to Zenva. Perhaps intimacy? The Crimson Devil did like to keep people guessing.

Xazzex did give Tan'yill an equal nod of acknowleding the woman's non-verbal greeting.

"I'shuree nuin," the Falleen replied as she lifted her own glass to meet Zenva's. Xazzex couldn't match the musical grace of Zenva's native tongue -- when she chose to demonstrate it -- but her own tongue wasn't made of beskar. It was fluid and understandable even if it wasn't artistic. One didn't learn mastery of a language in a day.

"I would be a fool if I came with some mass produced garbage, especially when gifted something as exquisite as that." Xazzex actually smiled over at Zenva. "Uplifting to see you couldn't help but keep a few for yourself." Truly. Could they have 'upgrades' by comparison? Perhaps. Hardly mattered. Zenva trusted enough in the base product to keep them close to herself. That or the woman was shrewd and expected Xazzex's presence so they were there solely for show, but the Falleen doubted she'd rely entirely on luck -- that they would never run into one another, or have an unscheduled drop in, and find the droids mysteriously absent.

 
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Location: Club Vicious - VIP Lounge
Tag: Zenva Vrotoa Zenva Vrotoa | Xazzex Xivar Xazzex Xivar | Tan'yill Vizsla Tan'yill Vizsla

Around her, the room shifted into a tapestry of unspoken power, each thread woven from strength, observation, and quiet deference. To be disarming yet untouchable, yielding but never easy prey, to balance between Zenva's commanding presence, the favor she sought, Xazzex Xivar and Tan'yill Vizsla's discerning gazes, and the predators that lingered beyond—it was a delicate performance she had long since learned to savor.

With a brush of her silver bracelet to her lips, Blue's gaze drifted once more to Zenva, her head tilting just so—an elegant concession, soft in motion but never in meaning. "Prepare our delivery." A whisper of a breath barely there, yet carried with intent. A lever of control retained holding a poised retreat should she ever require one.

Xazzex moved and sat with the ease of one who understood the currents of this place, unfazed by the silent calculations unfolding around her. Bearing of a strategist assessing another's standing in the hierarchy—what did the two share? History, alliance, or something more carefully woven? A subtle layer, both complicated and aided by Tan'yill's arrival. Her fellow Twi'lek carried herself as though she belonged, needing no introduction, a presence that wove seamlessly into the night.

Reassuring touch settled on Blue's shoulder, drawing a quiet, appreciative smile as she turned toward Tan'yill Vizsla Tan'yill Vizsla , a gesture not to be forgotten.

A slow shift in the curve of Blue's ankle, the whisper of a veiled balancing act as her foot angled within its strapped sandal. "Lady Vrotoa." The words unfurled, a breath of acquiescence woven into the hunting elegance of the room. A single hand lifted, veil slipping effortlessly behind her shoulder, her lekku trailing at a lean.

"We bring a humble offering—two crimson-engraved blades, Iridonia-grade, tempered to their finest edge. And from my personal chef, a selection of individually selected cuisine, prepared with the hope it pleases."

It was a refinement of the Khagnati's already masterful steel, a creation meant for this moment alone. No wine, no spice—but something truer, something raw, a reflection of the woman before her: power and artistry, sharpened with purpose.
 

Zenva Vrotoa

The Crimson Devil of Nal Hutta
Nar Shaddaa ~ The Smuggler's Moon
Hhawa Kouiehh ~ Club Vicious
Warning! Adult Themes
Tadietti Tann Tadietti Tann Xazzex Xivar Xazzex Xivar Tan'yill Vizsla Tan'yill Vizsla
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With Xazzex's proximity to the leaning tower of crimson skinned Crime Lord, it would be difficult to miss the almost manic little giggles of amusement boiling from the Zabrak. She was enjoying herself far to much. To share a drink again with her new friend, this time hosted on her terms, excited the Crimson Devil to the point it was becoming difficult to control her tone. Tormenting a defenseless servant, and the confidence of her surroundings left her near to bursting with the humor Zenva's twisted mind found in these games of power. Everything was going perfectly in her mind.

The Falleen was also close enough to hear as those sinister little laughs died in an animalistic snarl of annoyance. The new voice was initially, mistakenly assigned to Lady Blue's second servant in Zenva's mind. The thought that another word had been spoken after her warning nearly sent the Crimson Devil into a rage. Her glowing scowl turned sharply to face the new speaker. After a moment it was difficult to tell where her mind had gone. She sat, or leaned, staring as Tan'yill walked up to her table. Unresponsive, and still as a statue. "Pilar, how nice of you to join us." Her voice as hard and cold as a blade.

Slowly Zenva forced herself to sit upright once more. She spared a glance at the emerald skinned alien beside her, holding a glass and waiting like a statue herself to see what would happen. This time even Xazzex could hear as the Zabrak cleared her throat, forcing herself to calm after the rising tide of anger had threatened to sink her mind into a sea of red. "You know very well, my appreciation of Rutian. Come sit. F-three, a drink for the Riduur'alor of Clan Vizsla. It's so nice to see you without you looking like canned food." A vicious smile peeled across her glowing mask.

Her Golden Droid turned towards her instantly, leaving the raven haired Zabrak the Mandolorian knew as Renesri, the only one not being served. "This is I'shuree nuin, Xazzex Xivar, and your cousin there is Lady Blue." She stole the moment to toast with the Falleen, finishing her drink in a single swallow. Her attention remained fixed on Xazzex, purposefully ignoring both Twi-lek for several long moments. Even as Lady Blue answered the Zabrak's question, offering up a unique and thoughtful tribute well suited to the carnivorous Crime Lord.

The Falleen broke through the storm raging inside her, answering her toast in Zabraki. The admission that another of her exquisite Handmaidens now stood like a shadow in the corner of the room caused a small laugh to escape the fuming Zabrak. Her smile melted slowly into something more towards amused as she broke into a fit of ringing, musical laughter that filled her den. "I was jealous. I had to steal some for myself." She turned sharply once again, to face the Twi-lek Underboss known as Lady Blue. A wide grin split her unsettling face as she cackled.

"An extraordinary gift, my Lady Blue! Have them displayed in front of my Dancers!" She exclaimed, amusement still ringing in her voice. Turning her smile on Tan'yill as the teal skinned Mandolorian was given a drink, Zenva traded her empty glass for her original. Taking it in her dominant hand and holding it out in a wordless toast. The audacity of the Twi-lek's entrance would have to be addressed when there were fewer witnesses.
 
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Unresponsive, and still as a statue. "Pilar, how nice of you to join us." Her voice as hard and cold as a blade.

Had Tan'yill angered the Crimson Devil since their last, beautiful encounter? Was it that much of an infraction to use her pet name, or was it something else? Tan'yill wasn't sure what to make of the Zabrak sinister tone. It alarmed her deep within, but she stood her ground and showed it by merely narrowing her eyes at the Crimson Devil. Of course, if Zenva decided to make a point right there and then, it would be a fight worth watching.

"You know very well, my appreciation of Rutian. Come sit. F-three, a drink for the Riduur'alor of Clan Vizsla. It's so nice to see you without you looking like canned food." A vicious smile peeled across her glowing mask.

''You're right... I should know that by now, considering our last night together...'' Tan'yill answered right back, keeping her eyes mainly upon Zenva, even though resting it upon any of the two other women would have brought her more comfort. Fortunately, the mandatory introduction kept Zenva on the courteous and peaceful side. Although, Tan knew that a fire probably raged inside her, but they had played these games before.

"This is I'shuree nuin, Xazzex Xivar, and you're cousin there is Lady Blue." She stole the moment to toast with the Falleen, finishing her drink in a single swallow. Her attention remained fixed on Xazzex, purposefully ignoring both Twi-lek for several long moments. Even as Lady Blue answered the Zabrak's question, offering up a unique and thoughtful tribute well suited to the carnivorous Crime Lord.

Then came that odd, but for a crazy woman like Zenva, not surprising ignore. Tan'yill wasn't the jealous type in general, if it didn't include her wife, that was. Zenva however, knowing exactly what to do and what buttons to push, sure challenged that fact. Her move made Tan draw a deep, silent breath.

''Though, I didn't know I had competition...?'' Tan added, just before the F-three approached from the side and offered the Mandalorian guest a tray of different drinks and beverages. Tan'yill glanced at it briefly, and picked a short glass of whiskey which she instantly downed, before picking up another one and joined the two women by sitting down to the left of Zenva. She leaned slightly over the table, swirling the whiskey around in its crystal glass and glanced once at her ''cousin'' and then at Zenny. ''She's pretty... Don't ruin her... but Blue?'' Tan chuckled, before continuing. ''That's my name...'' Blue had been her pet name ever since her days on the streets of Coronet, through her days as a smuggler and up till today. Tan'yill fell silent for a moment and took another sip of whiskey, savouring the amber liquid burning her throat in a most pleasant way. If it wasn't for the club music in the background, things have probably gotten uncomfortable silent. ''I'm just kidding, muchi.'' Tan spoke up towards the other Twi'lek, using their Twi'leki term for friend. ''I'm happy to see things work out well for all members of our people. Instead of ending up in a slave collar... Cheers to that.'' She said and offered the other Twi'lek a toast.

''And cheers for what has the potential to be a very... interesting and fruitful night!'' Tan'yill uttered and directed her toast at the two other women as well.

 
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Hhawa Kouiehh, Nar Shaddaa (AKA Club Vicious)
V.I.P. Longue

That Zenva sought to rile or emotionally toy with others in the chamber did not cause the Falleen to bristle in the slightest. These things happened in their world. Small struggles for power, dominance, or as little as mere recognition were common place. It was... an art, which someone as melodic as Zenva no doubt enjoyed. Xazzex herself didn't mind such displays, and she'd spare no time correcting someone if they were in her court either.

Though the fire that rose within Zenva as another Twi'lek spoke certainly had Xazzex's attention. Not alarm, but just as the little display with F-Three back on Rothana, she would not be caught flat footed if the ground beneath her feet was found not quite so sure as she'd believed. The mercurial nature of the turn was no surprise, but as to where it was directed... to the newly arrived and familiar woman, it appeared. So her footing remain secure enough for the time being. Delightful.

Apparently the use of 'Zenny' had not garnered Zenva's favor. Best to address her politely in front of others then, unless graciously offered otherwise. Could be this new face had merely upset her earlier, but it wouldn't hurt to avoid downplaying the woman's power with a more familiar tone. The lack of bloodshed or open threats of such, however, definitely played to this not being their first bout.

But the Riduur'alor of Clan Vizsla? Something to remember for later.

With a hint of a smirk, Xazzex met Zenva's gaze after she'd tossed back her drink. There'd only been that single moment before the Falleen did the same. Long enough to share in it, but not too long it might be thought hesitation. Wine was best savored, but Zenva might enjoy little affirmations her green friend wasn't getting soft. As they appeared to ignore everyone else present, neither had truly lost sight of the room. Appearances were everything, but not more so than awareness.

Zenva shameless had stolen 'some' from herself. Xazzex was hardly in a position to complain. After all, it was equally important Xazzex's supplier remained alive and well as Xazzex herself. The woman was also a welcome reprieve from 'polite' society. There were a different sort of politics among criminal organizations, but it was a more straightforward and honest one. Friends in low places.

At last Lady Blue seemed to draw Zenva's attention back to her, but in less blodothirsty spirits. Well played. That did little to keep the Zabrak woman from teasing the Twi'lek visitor all the same, but that was part of the Game. Actions and reactions. How a person responded to test of their sincerity, their patience... their authority. Xazzex was curious what Blue's respond would be.

The 'Other' Blue had settled in on the other side with a glass of whiskey. Was the good humored ribbing from Lady Blue being the competition, or the relative lack of attention for the Falleen being as much? Certainly an interesting comment.

Xazzex discretely signaled or accepted another drink from F-Three. No need to remain dry throughout these interesting times. A little drink would do little to making her less uncooperative to any that sought to cause Xazzex harm. Though a Mandalorian would be quite the opposition if that's what it came to.

"To a night without end," Xazzex agreed. She leaned a little in Zenva's direction, "And ever in your favor."

After a few moments, she inquired, "You have surrounded yourself with capable and memorable people, I'shuree nuin. A testament to your leadership. Our companion from Clan Vizsla for instance." A little flattery didn't hurt, but it was a smoother way to ask who the blue woman was rather than just a brutish demand of 'who are you?'

 
Location: Club Vicious - VIP Lounge
Tag: Zenva Vrotoa Zenva Vrotoa | Xazzex Xivar Xazzex Xivar | Tan'yill Vizsla Tan'yill Vizsla

Surged foundations shook equanimity, a fleeting intake of air, tongue pressing the roof of her mouth—Blue's fingernails traced at her knee, mirroring subtle fleeting shifts around her. Kinsa flinched, heart skipping, but mercifully, Tadi's aide was spared Zenva's wrath this time. With the moment passed, social graces smoothing the ripples. Their gathering held a court-like aura—each woman best reached with a personal touch.

No challenge in claiming a name. Just a small smile at their Riduur'alor's mention of competition; unknown to her they had both played this game a long time. Tadi's grasp of Mandalorian titles was not where she wished it, but separating her aides forced her to rely on herself. Slave collars were a tricky story, the Lorridians might stir confusion if linked to her.

Muchi—friend. Enough to show warmth. "Vor entye, vod," she offered, smoothly adding, "Thank you," for those unaware. Informal yet building bridges. "Sunu vah, bright skies to you." A wish for fortune, cast against a harshness of their homeworld, her voice gliding between all three dialects enough to shame a protocol droid, immediately translated so not to show any disrespect to others.

Enigmatic, intelligent, calculating—Xazzex concealed her observations well, with careful measured acts. Tadietti respected her. Adjusting her posture, leaning her crossed legs, relaxation falling upon her while Xazzex spoke. A strategist—her choice of words drew appreciation, raising a glass as she toasted and giving pause for her host to answer. Tribute to Xazzex was given by regarding her poise, calculated words, and discerning focus.

Tadi's voice carried an Iridonian-inspired fire, adapting to whom she addressed.

"Lady Vrotoa, your command over your domain is second to none." Tadietti had seen many underworld establishments—few compared to this! "May our meeting forge bonds as unyielding as beskar, as sharp as a warrior's blade, and…" She sipped, letting her pause stretch just a breath too long before setting her glass down. "Perhaps even most unexpected alliances."

Zenva's command drew an acquiescing nod, but something thoughtful flickered in Tadietti's gaze as she settled—intriguing Iridonian-fire still tempered, before a smile crept forward. Faintest hints of daring or intrigue hidden in our Rutian's eyes. Braceleted whispers relayed, "Our hostess wishes her tribute displayed before her dancers." The Twi'lek courier outside adjusted course accordingly. Sienn—her bodyguard—was reliable, massive and importantly for tonight, stoically silent

Cradling her glass she'd hesitated to drink, she took only the smallest sips, letting their whisky's warmth settle within her. Then raising her offering in silent thanks for Zenva, knowingly abandoned her usual caution—no test taster tonight. A risk, but tonight was not for routine. If Goros or Black had arranged her drink, she would grant them a masterful play. Uncertain thoughts lingered, catching in her throat for a moment before she allowed herself to enjoy her refreshment.
 
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