A Witch in the Streets, A Demon in the Sheets

[Ignatius]

There was a thing about owning a simple Brothel. Not much traction. While there could be various ways to get people to come and visit on the planet itself, not a lot of people wanted to come in simply because it was a "Sketchy" place to be. Samael flew our little shuttle into the hangar bay of the Technicolor Beat. Quite the ship. While I was not one savvy for technology or anything more difficult than a Datapad, I understood completely the amount of weaponry and the pure size of this vessel was not one for those faint of heart.

Still, the Gladiator brought the ship in. Landing it, I was met with one of the various crew members of the vessel. I was silent as I was taken through various halls of the ship. Leading to where the man only known by aliases of Slave, and Acolyte. I had to remember the company that the young man. He was no older than 30. Younger than that even. Strange to me that I would be visiting such a person as he about a company when I have lived far longer.

New things happen every day. Either way, I welcomed the idea as I was brought forth. Bowing my head as a sign of respect towards the man ever so slightly, The smirk on my face told the truth of my lies. This bow was not true, and was done just to inflate an ever growing ego. Not that of true respect for someone who could change the galaxy.

I removed the hood from my outfit, exposing the last of my horns, as well as my dark crimson hair.

"As some may say, quite the crib you have."

[member="The Slave"],

 

[Darth Empyrean]

The Slave watched this woman enter his room with a cocked brow. He laid in bed, blanket pulled just up to his waist as he watched her aggrandized attempt at increasing his ego; an obvious front. Still, he offered his own grin back towards her before readjusting and getting out of the bed; taking a quick step in the nude behind a small divider that allowed him to put something on while still speaking.

“Some might, but not you.”, he beamed. She didn’t come here just to compliment him, but he didn’t mind to say the least.

“You’re not so bad yourself, though.”, he continued. Running his fingers through his alabaster hair, he soon came back to see her, donning the bear minimum of fitted pants before finding a seat in one of the various chairs that surrounded the exceptionally large suite.

“So, what can I do for you?”, he said as he let his eyes wander across her form.


[member="Naamah"]

 

[Ignatius]

I watched from where I stood as the young man stood up from his bed. Knowing all too well that this was more than meets the eye. A mind game that he seemed familiar with. Good. Not some weak minded fool who had a large ship to compensate for a lack of his manhood. Though, I will say, the very small time he stood from his sheeting to the divider to clothe himself, I did get the smallest of peeks. While I myself wouldn't comment on him being in a very relaxed mood, I had seen the lavish parties he could throw, thus expected him to act as such.

"No I do not. The worth of a being is not by the measure of what he owns. More so, how he can... perform. Yes?"

As the young man sat down, So did I. I almost made myself at home. Sitting down, slouched a bit and even crossed my legs over one another. I did notice we were about the same height. However, I stood slightly taller than him if we accounted the height added due to my horns. The question was posed of what I wanted from him. As the words came to my ears, I ran a hand over my hair, pulling it back, and moving it a second time to rub the side of my left horn.

My smile spread wide as I brought a hand up. Datapad that had just a simple flier I had made a while back to paste over the entirety of the planet my brothel was on. I slid it across the table towards him.

"We have a common interest. One that I could see grow into something more."

Waving my hand, The datapad would change to show various files of women, and men I had under my employment at "The Horned Mistress" Brothel. It was open to whatever kind of "fun" you wanted. However, I wanted it to grow. More importantly, I wanted to prepare myself for war. War with the Jedi. War with any forces that opposed myself, or the Sith Empire. Now, any forces that threatened this proclaimed slave, and myself.

"You already have become something more from what I have seen. Your heart still seeks much. Even from when we first spoke."

Raising my hand once more, it was a payment stub from an auction that had taken place a while back. One that I had participated in. The very one that was used to sell this slave into another Master's hand.

"I propose we work together. "The Horned Mistress" will become a new location for you and your company, and we can work together on... Shall we say, increasing our girth."

[member="The Slave"],

 

[Darth Empyrean]

“Straight to the point, I like that.”, he beamed.

The Slave took the datapad and began looking through the various dancers she had; a few with some promise but a few with average qualities. If he was in business, he wasn’t after average, so there would be something that would need to be changed. Not to mention how vanilla many of them appeared to be…

His train of thought was broken when she held up the aged auction tab, speaking in the same familiarity he knew wasn’t right for his memory of her. A cocked brow and setting the datapad down allowed him to sit back in his chair, quickly speaking in his same silver dripped way;

“I knew you seemed familiar. Still, I suppose I could expand this ‘business’ of mine, but what do I get out of it?”, he said, idly glancing around the room.

“This ship makes enough money for whatever I’d like. It's completely independent of any port.”

“I suppose it’d make sense for a new location; but I want you to convince me.”, he said with a sugar coated grin.

[member="Naamah"]

 

[Ignatius]

Convincing is required to have my brothel become a location for this man. I thought about it for a bit. Yes, he was quite a lavish man. He wasn't worried about credits or material gains. This man wanted something more. Something that he could control or do. Maybe even just the feeling of being in control is what got this man's fancy. Either way, I stood up from my seat, walked over and sat back down on the table closer to the man.

"Your company makes items and augments. Vong, Alchemy, the like. I offer myself to you."

I folded my legs and swung them around so my feet would sit in the man's lap. Pushing myself towards him, and leaned forward. Looking at him directly.

"You see, I am a former Nightsister, and sorceress. I can aid in the creation of products. Or if you'd like...."

I then placed my foot right between the man's legs gently. Letting my bare toes twirl the strings that held his slacks up around his waist.

"I could do a little more."

[member="The Slave"],

 

[Darth Empyrean]

The Slave lets his eyes follow along her legs as they played a dangerous game; only to lay them to rest on her own. A careless expression fluttered onto his otherwise candid appearance, forcing from him a faint laugh only shared between the two of them; followed only by his sweet nothings, the very words he spoke of;

“You make the chase so… lacking.”, he teased, “Not that I mind.”

“How about this; I invite you on as a manager, and fund all these places. I already have the deals in question with galactic dancer organizations and more; but I also have no interest in managing the details of a nightclub anywhere.”

“That, and whatever may come up-”, he said with a wink before finishing, “And I’m sure we could find a deal.”

“Afterall, I’d like to see just what it is you can do.”

“In business, of course.”

[member="Naamah"]