Dinner For Two

[4ND-R0]

Coruscant Undercity
Club Nightland​

Xiann Syndulla looked over the floor of her club from the loft her private room was in. had to get new carpeting and some clean up after an incident a few weeks back, but things were spick and span. Especially now, as she had invited someone for dinner. Like all good crime lords, Xiann had her contacts to hear information. A few days ago, she heard that the Blood Matron, [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] herself, was making her presence known on Coruscant for a period of time. So like any good hostess, the Twi'lek sent off an invitation, yet without any expectations. She got an accepted reply.

So now her chefs and lackies were prepping Xiann's private suite with fine food as she could get. Different liquors and booze lined the walls. She wanted her guests to feel at home as possible. She moved away from the window, moving to the refresher to change. She had been dressed in a skintight, tactical catsuit , home from a quick job. She soon slipped into a black evening dress with matching accessories. Plus, her pistols in case she needed to keep the piece in her club.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva arrived at Club Nightland in her usual dangerous, yet elegant fashion. A tight black dress hugged her muscular, crimson form. Sharp stiletto heels added to her already imposing height. Coal colored lipstick blackened her plump mouth. Glittering diamonds sparkled at her earlobes, while thick platinum rings decorated the Matron's horns. The statuesque Zabrak was the epitome of elegance as she glided through the night club's front door. The dangerous came in behind the woman in the form of two IG series Assassin Droids, and a pair of B2 Super Battle Droids.

Zenva brushed passed the club's doorman, holding out the invitation she had been sent. "The Lady Syndulla is expecting me. You'll inform her that I have arrived, and bring me to her immediately." The Zabrak didn't so much as glance at the man a second time, her bizarre yellow-red gaze sweeping over the nightclub's interior.

In short order the Blood Matron was brought up to her hostess' private room. She swept into the room like she owned the place, or so it seemed. Her very presence spoke of a creature accustomed to command, and unquestioning obedience from those around her. The menacing clanking of her droid escort only served to emphasize that notion. The air itself shimmered faintly as Zenva nodded to her hostess, the Zabrak's personal energy shield flickering to life. "You must be Miss Syndulla. I am Zenva Vrotoa. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my Lady." Again the Zabrak nodded to the Twi'lek, a sultry smile curling her black lips as she straightened.

[member="Xiann Syndulla"]

 

[4ND-R0]

Xiann looked over the woman who entered into her private suite. The Blood Matron lived up to Syndulla's expectations. She could only help but smirk when she saw the Zabrak employ a personal shield, crossing her legs in a lounging way.

"My dear Matron Vrotoa. There is no need for that silly thing." She waved slightly to the shield, "I'm neither bold nor stupid enough to attack a fellow crime lord, especially you. I doubt either one of us wants our gangs to have bad blood. Please. Sit."

She motioned to the chair in across from her at a nice dining table. An ID-10 probe droid floated down, and pulled the seat out politely, even so much to look like its non-humanoid body bowed. Xiann smiled again, violet lips upturning. She motioned to her droid, who floated off and came back with a couple of wine-glass like chalices.

"No. This meeting is not for assassination or that sort of thing. Firstly, you would say that making connections where possible is good business, yes?" Her Ryl accent rolled off the words like water in a stream, "Secondly, if the rumors they speak of you are true, you are much like me. Born into a fething hole and fought and struggled to get where you are now. And I respect that so greatly. More so than the Hutts, who gain their wealth from dynastic abuse of their slave, and definitely more than the credit-a-dozen rabble who call themselves 'pirates'."

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The Blood Matron's lips curled in a wicked smile as her hostess explained why the Zabrak's shield was unnecessary. Zenva didn't reply right away, remaining silent until the Twi'lek was finished speaking entirely. The Matron turned away for a moment, taking a cigarette tin, and a lighter off one of her IG droids. When she turned back she moved to the offered seat, flowing into the chair with serpentine grace. She pulled out a cigarette, light it with a long drag, and fixed the Twi'lek with her bizarre yellow-red gaze. She motioned absently to the chair across from her, waiting until the Twi'lek was seated before finally speaking.

The voice that rolled from the Zabrak's blackened lips was at once musical, and somehow dangerous with it's sweetness. "Let's set two things straight, Lady Syndulla. One, the shield should be taken as a compliment. Something reserved for those deemed a significant enough threat. And two, I haven't dealt with things so insubstantial as gangs in years. I operate on a little larger scale, I'm afraid. Syndicates, Cartels, galactic nations." The Zabrak paused to take another drag of her cigarette.

Pale smoke curled from the Crimson Lady's maw as she continued. "You're absolutely right however, meetings such as these have the potential to be very good for business. Is that what you desire to discuss, Lady Syndulla, business?" Zenva turned to take the offered drink the Twi'lek's little droid had brought to her, her yellow-red eyes never leaving her hostess.

[member="Xiann Syndulla"]