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A Palace of Scum and Villainy

Myra

Guest
Brae had never planned to come to the Hutt palace yet low and behold here she was, standing at the menacing gate as the two pig-like guards glared at her. Her own 'guard', a large, intimidating, and oddly dressed Tusken glared back, ready to defend his mistress with a snap of Brae's fingers. "Now now Beasty.." Brae hummed towards her Tusken guard "Play nice with others"

Brae heads into the palace, scowering hallways looking for the club her contact told her they'd be meeting in. Finally coming upon the room of dancers, pulsating lights, and patrons that she had been assured, Brae decided that business could wait, heading over to the bar to purchase some weak alcohol shot and down it in a single go, before turning and leaning back on the counter, admiring the dancers and servers wandering the room. The Beast, as she calls her Tusken, standing close and growling as one human man gets a little too close to Brae for comfort.

@Nomira
 
Nomira swung around the long steel pole making sure to arch her back in the way that made the patrons whoop and cheer. Just a few weeks before she was free and dancing for money and quite good money at that. Nomira smiled salaciously as she put her lower body tight against the pole and slowly turned around it. She shuttered as the pole rubbed her a weird way. "Ehhh.." she moaned uncomfortably. She hated this tight two piece outfit she was forced to dance in. It didn't breath and made her feel more venerable then she liked.

The music slowed and Nomira finished her dance. She felt sad especially since her mother hadn't spoken much to her since she gave up her freedom. Nomirra walked down from the platform smiling at the patrons and enduring the cruel comments that were being made towards her. She looked around over the crowd. Over by the bar was a strange looking.. thing dressed in cloth and a scary mask. She shuttered looking at it. "Ew! That thing is ugly." She laughed to herself.

Looking over at the bar there was a woman. Chiss woman. Those were rare around these parts. She looked.. well by no means like a dancer but had a build that was slightly more bulky then slim dancers Nomira had been around for so long. She sat down at a table and stared at the Chiss.

Nomira made her ways to the showers. Her purple skin glistened with sweat. She walked into the steamy room only to find that there was no open shower! "Guess the showers will have to wait." Nomira said pulling at her tight costume. She needed to rest her feet. Maybe she would go check out that monster over by the bar?
 

Myra

Guest
Brae had little interest in the dancers themselves, she was in business mode and expected her client at any minute. Rather the dancing itself drew her attention, the amount of skill and finesse to the whole system impressed her. Something she'd have to see about replicating in Chiss worlds, and perhaps in her own private apartments one day.

She turned once again to order another drink, this time a fine wine, one she planned to enjoy over the course of her wait, taking small sips here and there as she watched the crowd, constantly scanning for her contact. Of course, now it was clear that her contact was not showing up after all, and this had her both concerned and frustrated.
 
Nomira walked back into the halls of the palace. It was cold and the air was greasy. She turned making her way to the grand hall. There dancers swung on poles and danced on pillars and tables. Patrons cheered and drank. This was her life every day since she became a slave. She couldn't even imagine how hard it would be to have lived here the amount of time her mother had. She had been here for double Nomira's whole life.

Nomira looked around through the crowds to see if her mother was anywhere. She saw her sway side to side on a pillar. Her strange crystal necklace bouncing on her shaking chest. Nomira caught eyes with the Twi'lek for a moment. Then her mother looked away. She was so disappointed that Nomira had been tricked into becoming a slave. That she practiced dancing more then her school studies. That her head was filled with boys instead of more important things. And that the only thing she ever felt drive for was freeing her. Nomira was a disappointment to her mother. And she knew that, yet that thought motivated her to try harder and to be the best. She would find a way to free both of them.

That is when it hit her. "The Chiss woman!" Nomira thought putting a hand to her bare chest. "She is rich! She could buy us off the Hutt!" Nomira grind and walked over to where the woman last was. She was sitting with a expensive looking glass of wine. Nomira fixed her outfit and made herself look attractive hoping that the woman would like the sight of the her. She walked over trying to avoid the scary looking thing that stood by her. "Hey there" She said biting her lip...
 

Myra

Guest
Brae's bright red eyes linger on Nomira for a few seconds. The Beast begins to make moves to step between them but Brae sticks out her arm to stop him "Drink wine, make deals, watch patrons make fools of themselves, maybe bet on the occasional bar fight." She nonchalantly sips her wine, rotating the glass slowly between her fingers idly. "Although it appears I'm being stood up."

Brae leans back against the bar while still sitting on the bar stool, before looking out around the room in quiet disinterest in the girl infront of her before her eyes find Nomira's collar. "Where's your master? Or do you.. 'work' here?"

[member="Nomira"]
 
This woman was not having whatever Nomira was throwing at her. "My master is the owner of this palace." She thought quickly. "He bought me for 10000 credits. A fitting price. I provide the best cervices here on Nar Shadda." She winked at the Chiss. It was a lie, but delivered in such a way that it would be difficult for even a chiss to see through it. "He sent me to you!" She added quickly making sure the Chiss had no time to reply with a with a witty comment. "He wishes to be on good terms with you. So what shall I call you mistress?" Nomira asked in a flirty tone.

She was hoping to give some sort of reason why the Chiss woman should buy her and her mother. Escaping from a new master was where most slaves get away. Not from the new master but in the tiny space during the exchange. She hoped that the Chiss was picking up on her tone and way she acted. Chiss aren't usually the ones to fall for the flying head tails of twi'lek dancers but maybe she was bored and generous enough that Nomira's plan would work

[member="Brae"]
 

Myra

Guest
"Mistress will do." she assures the twi'lek. "Now why would your master be interested in appeasing me? I have no need for the hutts and their.." she struggles for a few seconds as if to find words to accurately depict her disgust of the creatures "Bloated forms.. assuming the hutt did send you."

This is true that most chiss don't fall for such frivolities. But being raised far from Csilla and the strict cultural norms had left Brae vulnerable to such flirtatious acting. In fact, she was trying her hardest to keep her mind on the wine in front of her and the patrons in the distance than be too distracted by the form of the dancer in front of her. "Or are you lying and simply want something from me?" Whether she actually believes this fact, or is simply teasing the dancer is unknown, as she makes no eye contact or any move to discipline her.

[member="Nomira"]
 
The girl showed no signs of being interested. Nomira had to make a move. Do something rash. She grabbed the shoulder of the Chiss woman and brought her knee up to the woman's thigh. "I would not lie to such a dashing mistress." She said
pressing in closer.

She needed this to work. She was out of options and to Nomira it seemed like the Chiss was on to her. She couldn't fake attraction any better then where she was now. Rubbing her exposed thigh on the leg of the Chiss. The man in the clothes growled loudly and made a move towards Nomira. Nomira back away releasing her hand from the Chiss shoulder. She stood there feeling embarrassment rise through her chest. "Do it for mother." Nomira thought

[member="Brae"]
 

Myra

Guest
"Beast!" She hisses as her bodyguard calms down.

It takes her a second as she shifts in her chair "Dashing you say? You flirt an awful lot with a woman you barely know."

Brae finally gives in, deciding that since she's been stood up she will revert to pleasure, looking the slave girl over before raising her eyes at her "What do you have in mind?" her shoulders relax as she swishes her wine around, taking a sip before offering the drink to Nomira "Drink." she half commands half offers


[member="Nomira"]
 
Nomira smiled. She got her attention. The Chiss woman held up the shimmering glass of red liquid. She asked Nomira to take a sip of the wine. Nomira had never had alcohol before. She always thought that it was strange that people would poison themselves. The Chiss moved the glass pressing it against Nomira's puffy purple lips before Nomira had a chance to say anything. She moved her hands up to her collar wrapping a slender finger around the chain link. The taste shocked her taste buds sending them in a frenzy. She opened her eyes wider as the woman poured more down her throat. "Yes more!" Nomira thought as she wiped the wine dripping from the side of her face while the rich liquid washed down her throat. The woman moved the glass away and took a sip herself. She said something about how it was great wine but Nomira didn't hear. She felt herself shift a little. She looked at the Chiss woman and found she was actually quite pretty.

"Oh no! I am getting.. drunk." She stumbled forwards and steadied herself. The Chiss asked how she licked the drink. "It was wonderful mistress!" Nomira said enthusiastically yet still in a humble slave girl tone. "What would mother think if she saw me trying to seduce a Chiss and drinking wine!" Nomira thought. She knew her mother would be angry and yell at Nomira for giving them the name of "slave". But she was doing this for them. For her mother. She needed to keep her wits about her in order to save her family.
 

Myra

Guest
Brae was obviously amused "mmm.. no more for you." she hums, downing the rest of the wine and sliding the glass to the bartender, before going to stand and stretch.

The wine was taking its hold on Brae as well, she already found herself being more attracted to the swaying gyrating bodies on the platforms, yet she decided to become more focused on Nomira "Who did you say your master is?" she asks, as she goes to gently wrap her arms around Nomira's waist and pull her tightly against her, staring into Nomira's eyes, Brae's own eyes filled with a variety of mixed feelings and emotions, most of them based on Nomira's flesh, Brae's thumb gently moving up and down rubbing against the Twi'leks familiarly blue skin.


[member="Nomira']
 
The Chiss pulled Nomira in and began to caress purple her body. Nomira felt the fading and blurring of her vision. "Stay focused. Stay focused. This is for your mother Nomira. She gave you everything." Nomira thought for a second. "My master right now is you milady. But only for a short time. You see I was given to you!" Nomira said to the chiss. "WHAT AM I SAYING!" Nomira screamed at herself. "If I say that there is no way that I will get my mother here before we leave. "Me and that one over there." She pointed towards the pillar where her mother was dancing. Surprisingly she still looked very youthful. About Nomira's age.

The Chiss woman smiled and pulled Nomira in close.

[member="Brae"]
 

Myra

Guest
Brae, raises her eyebrows for a few seconds as if concerned before smirking and going to release Nomira and sit back down "So.. your master, who I have never met, not only wishes to get on my good side, a relatively unknown member of society on this side of the galaxy, but he lets me borrow two of his or her slaves to do as I wish with them?" She's clearly skeptical and lets out a small giggle as she motions for the bartender to pour her more wine, taking the new glass and swishing it in circles "I've made quite the impression on a man I've never met."

"You aren't the first attractive woman who wants something from me and is dressed in something to draw my attention to.." Brae's eyes begin to drift down from Nomira's chin before looking back up in her eyes "Spit it out, what is it? Money? Freedom? A good word to this mystical 'master' you speak of. Or something more sinister?" At this point, she's just teasing the poor twi'lek

"The fact that you can barely hold your liquor probably means you haven't been here long, which also means you're not 'the best' at what you do, whatever it is that you do." Brae adjusts strap of the dress she's wearing, looking down to make sure she hasn't spilt anything on the dress before looking over at her guardian "She tries to do anything on me again, get rid of her.. Keep her alive." She emphasizes that last bit as she turns back to Nomira and sips her wine amusedly.


[member="Nomira"]
 
Nomira felt fear swell within her. As she looked around. "I am the best at.." She however was cut off. "Ahh there you are!" an unfamiliar voice said. "Who might you be." Asked the Chiss. A man with a dark cloak and dark eyes appeared holding a bottle of wine. "I am glad to see you found your mistress! I was worried you would have not showed up so I could negotiate with you. This is my slave. I give her to you in hopes of securing trade routs to this planet. I ask only for the transportation of food to this sector. I am sure you will be payed in full for that." The man said in sophisticated tone. "Who is this guy?" Nomira thought to herself. The Chiss began to look embarrassed and the monster took a step back. "Now please. Do what you will with her. She is yours now. Now do me a favor and enjoy this evening." He smiled and leaned down to Nomira "I know why you are doing this kid. You owe me one."

The Chiss talked with him for a bit then he left. "Why would he do that? For someone he never met?" She snapped out of it as the Chiss looked at her and began to speak.
 

Myra

Guest
Brae's eyebrow raises and she rolls her eyes "You think that the people of Csilla.. an iceworld.. on the other side of the galaxy which is currently recovering from the Iron Empire are a problem to your shipments and you want food from them? You two really are terrible scammers." And with that Brae goes to get up, gently stroking The Beast's arm as she walks past him, turning to look at them one last time "As for buying any of this.. you were close to convincing me, I even enjoyed this little charade, but I have a skull and shipment of Krayt pearls to bring home. So I'll leave you to your games."

Brae then turns and leaves, The Beast towering above both of them and growling in quiet restrained anger before turning and following his mistress out of the cantina. Brae had hoped she was something more, she enjoyed her, and playing games with the twi'lek slave was certainly fun, and what they could have done causes goosebumps to spread down Brae's skin. But she shakes it off, deciding the alcohol has ultimately blurred her judgment and she would not make this mistake again.

[member="Nomira"]
 
Nomira lost. She lost. Her hope of freedom began to diminish. She would be a slave. Forced to wear reveling outfits and dance for the enjoyment of others forever. Nomira felt tear well up in her young eyes. They dripped down her face slowly. She covered her face and walked towards her dorm room.

Once there she slide onto the cot and bawled her eyes out. "How... *Sniff* .. could I.. be so dumb... I could have... Oh mother I am sorry!" She covered her face in the pillow. She felt unclean and bad. She tried to seduce a woman! Her mother would be furious if she found out Nomira was drinking. "That is what I get for trying to think I am more then just a... toy for my master!" She cried out brushing her head tails lightly trying to calm herself down. That is when she heard the door open. There stood her mother. A distressed look on her face. "Nomira.." She said sounding empathetic. Her mother walked towards the bed wrapping her arms around her in and embrace.

"I saw everything. And I am so mad!" She started. Nomira clenched her face preparing herself for the scolding. "But I am just glad you aren't hurt." With that Nomira wrapped her arms around her mother pulling her tight. She was finally at peace for the first time today
 

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