A Sketchy Job Offer

[Ignatius]

Mirial

There is always a good reason to make a few credits. Even more so when your body is made to perfection. And it never hurt to live a little. Everyone would die at some point. It's just a question of when. So why not spend it like its your last day? That little motto seemed to work for a few of the workers at the little Brothel that I have been working on since my return to the Galaxy. I sat at the bar. The girls not doing anything, and even a few malelings who were doing their rounds as best they could. But there was no one here, and I only had a handful of whelps to do this job.

I was trying to find a way to get more people interested in jobs, or just coming in to live a little bit. I tried to come up with anything. I doubt that Any holonet stations would have a little add for us. Maybe some of the "Adult" channels would, but I had already spoken to them, and was waiting for a response.

Fliers maybe? That's when it hit me. Why don't I use my skills as a manipulative queen, and scout people out while I put some fliers up. Do that every so often even if they are taken down, it will probably grab someone's attention. While I am putting these up, I can look for girls, and guys who would look absolutely perfect for the role. After a few minutes of doing this, finishing the touches on the fliers. I walked out of the place, leaving my personal Maleling, Samael, to watch over the place.

Walking out, I made my stroll down the street. While I didn't actually change my clothes, I did look rather skimpy in a cocktail dress and long hair with some stupid high heels. Or at least that's how I used my manipulation upon anyone who looked at me to see. In reality I was barely dressed in a one-piece with combat boots that came almost all the way up to my knee, and leather bracers with hand guards. Going around and attaching these fliers, I found a few of the more susceptible people. Male and Female were controlled to some extent to have them join my little brothel. More so I gave their mind a mental push to join either for credits, for the fun factor, or because they wanted to, and were just scared to actually do it.

Oh I loved my job.

[member="Jairdain"],

 

[Jairdain]

Jairdain wondered the now almost broken streets of Mirial. The population here picking up and repairing the damage done by the clash between the Silver Jedi and The Sith Empire. She came here on her own without telling the Jedi of her intentions. The young woman wanted to assist in the clean up. The planet may or may not still be under the rule of the Sith, but it was at the end of their territory and she should come across anybody she knew.

Walking closer to the center of the city, the damage was worse and she stopped now and then to assist somebody to do something. Steadying a ladder, lifting something with the Force...whatever was needed. Eventually she ran out of neighborhood and stood near where the capital building was. While she could not see the damage that had been done, she knew it was there. General outlines of buildings she could see through the Force and people around. The streets and trees were worse for the wear, but head way was being made and they were slowly recovering.

Not too far away there was a small group of people. Approaching them, most of them wandered off and left a single person standing there. Whatever they had been working on, it didn't look like any help was needed here. Jairdain continued on and was about to walk past that last person.

[member="Naamah"]

 

[Ignatius]

Working with various people in one on one was fine, but that meant potential people were walking past without me able to get them. I tried to get a few more people and a crowd. Getting more and more to look over what was going on. I got a few to join me, and the were taking the fliers and heading down the street so they could find the place and start work, or just have some fun. Others shook their head, or said I was some skank. I just shrugged them off and was internally cursing them for the rest of their lives, and their lives to be shorter than most.

Eventually the group started to just fade away. It was dusk, and getting darker by the minute. Prime time would be coming out quickly for the slums of the city to wake up and find a new place to go for a little fun. However, what I did feel was someone within the "force" as many called it. I could feel their power. While it may have not been one that was daunting to those who paid no attention to them, I could easily tell this person was the kind who didn't use brute force. Smiling, I could see them now. A young lass with long black hair. The purple eyes. Oh the purple eyes. I could just eat her up.

Drawing closer to her before she left, I gingerly placed a hand on her upper arm to hold her still a moment more.

​"Aren't you just the most delicious thing I have seen in years."

I looked the woman up and down. Her entire frame was lean and yet had some muscle. Likely due to some kind of training, or at the very least the attempt to keep a body in good shape. My eyes just went of their own accord and took in the entirety of her. Even attempting to see what she would look like in "uniform" or just coming to the brothel. Smiling, I took a step closer, removed my hand, only to wrap it around the woman's waist. Whispering to her in a rather cheery tone.

"I think I may have an offer for you, little Raven."

[member="Jairdain"],

 

[Jairdain]

As Jairdain started to walk past, the woman approached and stopped her with a light touch on her arm. Turning, to hear what she had to say, her brows came together for just a moment at her words.

"Nobody has ever said I looked edible before, but I don't think you're one of the zombies that are known to run around in the wilds now."

She didn't pull away though and felt the gaze of Naamah go over her body. Her statement would imply Jairdain couldn't see, but she made no comment on it. No point in calling attention to something so obvious.

"An offer? What do you think may interest me?"

The knight was here to assist in recovery, but had the feeling this offer was likely very far from that.

However, the name Naamah called her, "Raven", made her chuckle mentally. This wasn't the first time she had been called a type of bird.

[member="Naamah"]

 

[Ignatius]

A slow, sly smile formed upon my face from the young woman's reaction. Oh there are so many things I could say. So many things I could do that would bring to light the reasons why I thought she was "delicious." However, that would have to wait for now. What interested me more was the fact that she was open to this invitation. An open mind was one that could be easily swayed in one direction or the other. All it required was a little push into the direction one manipulator desired. This was perfect.

"You are interested then? Good."

Gently walking onward with my hand still around her waist, I kind of corralled her to walk with me down the street. In the direction of my brothel as I continued to speak in a more soft tone than I did with the other ladies and gents that had come a-knocking.

"I own and club. For simplicity sake, its what some would call a Gentleman's club. One where men and women can... enjoy themselves. You are quite the person from what I can tell. Force sensitive. Strong of mind, and easy on the eyes. I am looking for men and more importantly, women who can come and work with me."

I had long dropped the fliers that I had and were now scattering into the wind for all I knew. Either way, I kept going on about this invitation.

"Don't say no quite yet. If you'd like, I can show you how we work, and what we do. All the better, I can give you some credits, and drinks are always free for co-workers."

Stopping for a moment and turning my head to look at her purple eyes, I then noticed they were a little bit milky. It hit me. She was blind. Yet she could still look at me and see what I was doing to at least some extent? Not sure if she had super hearing, or has use of abilities that allowed her to see even though she were blind. Either way, I finished.

"I am Naamah. However, you can call me Arael if you wish."

[member="Jairdain"],

 

[Jairdain]

Jairdain tilted her head slightly before speaking again and addressing the first comment made by Naamah, "I never actually said I was interested."

The woman went on to explain what her business was and that made Jairdain stop dead in her tracks. Her suggestion that she take up that sort of job made her shake her head, but listened on anyway. It wasn't that she much of a choice since Naamah continued speaking. The gentle physical tug kept up and forced her to keep moving or very likely get dragged along behind the other woman.

Naamah offered to show Jairdain exactly what they did and she held up a hand before speaking, with raised eyebrows included, "oh I can imagine what is done there."

A name to call the other woman was provided, "Jairdain." It was all she said, not bothering with her surname.

[member="Naamah"]

 

[Ignatius]

Jairdain? Quite the interesting name. Not remenecent of any species I had met before. Was she an Epicanthix? Human? Well, if I could feel her mind then she was clearly not the former. She just did not seem interested, and even stated it, but stayed here and listened. Even saying that she could imagine what would happen here. I smiled and got real with her. She thought I was joking. So I took a more serious tone.

"You may look down upon and establishment like my own. It belittles women and men to just sex and shiny toys to be thrown away when done. To be clear, I treat my co-workers better than the clients who come in. This isn't just a job. Its a family. With the Zombies roaming around, anyone will take a job at the moment. Anyone will do just about anything to lift their spirits right now."

It sounded much like I was just using these people for credits. Just because I could and I saw a profit off of it. In truth, one of the few times I spoke of it, I voiced it now to her.

"I am much older than I look, or act. I know the pain of daily life when there is nothing to take your mind away from whatever it is. Working at my establishment is not about the sex or stripping. Its not about making cash. I have both men and women entertainers. I have male and female hosts. Bartenders of any race. This place is for people to meet. I can feel your gift. The force as you may call it. I want to find people like yourself, and create a place where we can all be in a place without judgement. So name me a place where judgement is rarely seen?"

It was mostly a rhetorical question, but I knew she would see what I was getting at. Smiling a little, then offering her my hand, not quite touching her hand, but close enough that she could grab it if she wished.

"Come with me, and I can show you a side of the galaxy a rare few get to see."

[member="Jairdain"],

 

[Jairdain]

The tone of the woman changed to take on a more serious nature. Jairdain listened carefully to what was said and nodded, the look on her face indicated she didn't trust what was said though.

"So much like a guild, faction or order?"

People would always search for distractions from the stress of the world, so Jairdain could see where this establishment would come into use. Naamah was just preying on those that sought that distance from their worries. What people did in their own time was up to them, she wasn't going to stop them from having their pleasures where they could find them.

"Who am I to say how old you look or should act? Yes, I can use the Force. How would you put it to use?"

The look on her face now really didn't show true interest in the answer, but there was a little.

[member="Naamah"]

 

[Ignatius]

Her question brought up of a guild or faction. While it may seem like that, it was open to those who wanted to come and go as they please. Of course there was a price to pay in either direction, but that was the idea. Nodding my head as we stood there. Jairdain seeming to gather more interest into this idea. However, what got my face to change into a smile, was that one question of what I could show her. How I could use the force. Opening my arms as though I were to hug her,

"I control the very ground beneath you, the air you breath, the water you drink, and the flame used to keep you warm at night. Nightsister, Shadow Killer, and Beastmaster. Most of all, Magicks of the Dark side."

Slowly closing my arms, Letting them come down to my side.

"You can see my true form if you look hard enough. Search for the Demon within me, and know that I speak the truth."

I let my mental ability to make myself appear as though I were just some lady in a cocktail dress, and instead was a Maelibus hybrid. Horns, and tail. Sharp teeth brightly white in my smile, and claws that reached up to the scales upon my hands, and thinned out. It was there for a moment. Letting her see who I really was. Then just as fast, I was back to the cocktail dress.

"Follow, and I can reveal much more unto you."

[member="Jairdain"],

 

[Jairdain]

The woman let go of Jairdain and she moved out of arms reach as soon as she could. Turning in the direction of her, she did listen to what she had to say. The next words of Naamah and her actions showed her true alignment and Jairdain narrowed her eyes slightly. Stiffening up, but not running or fighting, she looked on the true from of the other woman.

"I see."

Two simple words. The façade went back up and what she originally felt from Naamah returned.

"What makes you think I haven't explored a dark path already?"

There was a touch of humor in her voice, but her body remained tense.

[member="Naamah"]

 

[Ignatius]

I shrugged my shoulders at the woman's question. She seemed almost to humor me with her voice, but her body language stayed the same. It was as if she wanted to come to see more, but questioned it. She was playing hard to get? I couldn't quite tell.

"If you have explored the Dark side, then you have not seen all of it. Even I, can still learn."

Offering the woman my hand, I simply held it out. Shake hands, Hold hands, whatever she did with it, It was there for her.

"The offer is here to come with me."

[member="Jairdain"]

 

[Jairdain]

Knowing that there was always more to know, Jairdain did give Naamah credit there. While she didn't feel a calling to partake in this line of business as a hostess, the desire to know more drew her. One thing the sith had taught her was a hunger for power and this was one way to gain more.

Naamah held her hand out and with firm grip, Jairdain took a hold of it.

"Help me gain power, please."

It was all she said and her heart felt like it beating rather fast in her chest.

[member="Naamah"]