Light on Bodies Alone

[Morgan Redeaux]

No longer on Mayferria with Mr. Lanax Grayson and completely unchaperoned, Morgan Redeaux went back to her somewhat solitary life on Coruscant. Her small studio apartment was still there. Her Z2 Servant Droid was still there. All her possessions right where she had left them.

But the HRD was bored and restless. While she occasionally did paralegal work for a Cathan criminal defense lawyer named Max Rumor, he was currently on furlough for spice addiction. There was literally nothing for her to do on Coruscant. Once or twice she nearly booked passage back to Mayferria or perhaps to Lianna City to take another tour of Hegemonic Automaton just for something to do.

But instead she used Bartho Redeau's VIP membership card and bought a ticket to the opening night of a new exhibit at the esteemed Galactic Museum in CoCo Town. He may be dead now but her former Master could still be counted on to pull a few strings, even from the grave. For attire, she selected a long, dark coat with a white short jumpsuit, her blonde hair pulled back in a chignon.

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A speeder taxi dropped the female droid up the street from the museum and she decided to walk. She also didn't want the more well-heeled of Coruscant glitterati to see that she hadn't come out of a limousine like she would have with Mr. Redeaux. Yet thinking back, Mr. Redeaux had despised the thought of Morgan traveling anywhere either alone or with him, so the businessman would have most likely gone to the exhibit alone.

The HRD followed the sign for the exhibit, a contemporary holo light display of some kind, one which had gotten much critical acclaim in art circles. This more modern display would be in stark contrast to the rest of the museum's offerings which were mostly artifacts and historical relics of from long ago eras. There were also holo displays of items which no longer existed, having been eradicated in the various conflicts and wars fought throughout the galaxy.

Climbing a set of marble stairs, the droid wound her way through the museum, following the signs to the exhibit which was called Light on Bodies Alone and which was situated in the Eastern Wing of the building. An advertisement for the exhibit would show this:

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[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Morgan Redeaux"]

There was a time that the Jared Ovmar would have simply arrived on the scene in a whole entourage of assistants, aides and other important people, just to show off how important he was in this Galaxy. It had been one of his major faults, showing off his power and status to the world, simply because it was possible. Had given him his own fair share of problems and awkward situations.

But that was a long time ago and these days the Lord Ovmar was a slightly different man, more composed, dignified and having more taste for the simple and neutral things in life.

Perhaps it had been inevitable that with age he would find himself more relaxed and less pushy to show off his goods.

Which wasn’t quite the same as not being able to enjoy the finer things in life, which is why the Lord of the Fringe found himself walking up the stairs towards a new art exhibition.

Light on Bodies Alone.

Now if that wasn’t an interesting concept, than what was?

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Morgan stood at the entrance of the exhibit and peered into the dark room where the actual artwork was. The art itself seemed to be a mixture of physical material and holograms. Compared to most of the contemporary art stored in her immense memory bank, it wasn’t the most original concept, but like experiencing hyperspace for the first time or even an evening under the stars, certain creations whether made by beings or made by some cosmic force never lost their appeal. And she found the display to be quite breathtaking.

The protocol droid lingered at the perimeter of the room, not quite entering yet. The “bodies alone” in the exhibit although human in form, reminded her a little of what her circuits may look like if someone opened her up inside, all of those wires strung together, information traveling at the speed of light. She knew the anatomy of humans, while vastly different in organic makeup with their bones, blood and viscosity operated under the same general theory of how her own programming worked. Cells, nerves, neurotransmitters – all of these moved in harmony like her own core system did to process data. Quite fascinating really. She hoped that the artist themselves were at the opening as she would like to talk to them about what their inspiration was for the thought provoking pieces.

She noticed a lone gentleman approaching from out of the crowd of Coruscanti who headed into the exhibition. Like herself, he had come with no one. Morgan gave him a polite nod and entered into the darkness of the exhibit.

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Morgan Redeaux"]

Said lone gentleman noted the girl too and immediately pondered, do note that it was in his nature to ponder ponders of great ponderings. It revolved around the entirety of his existence to be naturally inclined towards suspicions of the greatest sort, and this suspicion that was creeping up to him gave inclination that the beautiful girl was more or less (depending on your perspective on such things) than she was holding out to be.

Back from his Sith Lord days he had learned that it was best to always… screen people before approaching them in any way, a subtle touch of the mind here and there. But that was the entire thing with this woman.

She didn’t seem to be working on the usual organic line.

Really, this wasn’t entirely surprising- that Ovmar would notice. It was the strength of his particular skillset, mentalism and mechu-deru, two sides of what he claimed to be the same sixty-side coin.

Mentalize people, mentalize droids and eventually mentalize reality itself. Hadn’t that been your plan, Jared? And now look where ya are.

At any rate, this entire case just made it so that Jared got intrigued and decided to walk after the lass. Perhaps there would be something interesting to do.

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Being a machine afforded many Morgan a luxury that many humans did not have - the ability to turn off her emotions from time to time. Or at least to keep them in check. She could easily rationalize that no harm would come to her and if it did, her physical form could be replaced. At least if the memory chip wasn't obliterated into the unknown. And then what? Could she actually be replaced with the same system intact? Probably not. In fact, in this innocent historical museum setting, any slicer worth his gigabytes could come in here, infiltrate her system and wipe her memory clean. Reprogram her and make her into something she wasn't meant to be. Her metaprogramming was still nascent, not in its infancy but as Mr. Grayson said, more akin to a teenager. And like teenagers flush with hormones, most were fairly reckless and fearless. Exactly like the protocal droid felt tonight. Therefore she wasn't intimated to talk to strangers at all. In fact, the opposite as she longed for some type of company being a protocol droid programmed to assist with conversation and diplomatic analysis.

The HRD paused to examine the art, but remained conscious of the human male who stood close to her. "Oh hello," she said turning to him and boldly reaching her hand out for him to shake it. "I'm Morgan Redeaux and I'm a huge supporter of the art community in CoCo Town."

She inspected the man, his salt and pepper hair and the tailored cut of his suit. Businessman, she thought. I think he may be businessman like Mr. Redeaux. Certainly not an engineer or technican and since Morgan had no Force sensitivity that part of him was entirely barricaded off from her mental processing. He would noticed that other patrons held glasses of wine and hors d'oeuvres. Morgan did not carry any food or drink in her delicate hands.

"I would love your thoughts on the exhibit. What do you think the artist meant with this piece?" she asked him.

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Morgan Redeaux"]

Redeaux.

A name that was familiar to the Sith Lord, familiar but only that. Perhaps with time more would come to him, but it could very well be that this wasn’t one of his own memories. These days such a thing was becoming more and more pervasive, as his collection increased steadily. Not that it really mattered though, it was just an interesting notion.

He didn’t show any surprise at her quick acceptance of his presence, perhaps he should have been, but the years had told taught him that there were many people in these world of theirs. Some were careful, while others… were less so.

‘Hello, miss Redeaux.’ Ovmar replied, with only the lightest of smiles softening his expression. Even in her speech she seemed to be quite systematic, another interesting nugget.

Ovmar looked over from her eyes to the piece she was referring to. The hologram image was sculpted into perfection, his gaze could make out the miniscule details that made up the entirety of the project and lend it grace.

But Jared had never been much of an artist, his opinion wasn’t all that much to write about really.

‘No idea.’ the Sith Lord finally answered truthfully. ‘But it’s in my, perhaps naive, hope that the artist simply wished to create something of beauty, without trying to link some sort of higher divination on it or a message.’

‘I think the artist succeeded in that, don’t you?’

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

“Yes I suppose you’re right. Although he must have been struck with a purpose for making such an engaging display of art. Every creator needs his muse,” she said, giving him a little smile. While Morgan could be sultry at times, her default personality was more affable and courteous. Mr. Redeaux’s specifications for her maker Lanax Grayson was that she be both visually and behavorially appealing to a wide variety of sentients, although again he rarely used her as the protocol droid she was designed to be.

Although if Mr. Grayson says I have free will now, then I can be who I want, she thought. And who better to test that new person out on than this handsome human male? But flirtation took many forms across the galaxy as her thousands of data entries on the subject would show. She wasn't quite sure where to start.

Here large, curious eyes, were fringed with black pencil and rather long lashes, and she lifted them up to look at her fellow art fan. “What is your name, Sir?” she asked.“And what made you decide to come out to the exhibit tonight? Was it for business or pleasure?”

As she waited for his answer, she found the internal data entry she was looking for in her system entitled: Humans: Attraction & Love

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Morgan Redeaux"]

In honest Jared Ovmar was no longer a simple human, times had changed him, ages had more. But he still remembered the old vices that had given him so many pleasures in the days of old, those same pleasures that men like Ardik had made fun of many times. Not that Ovmar had ever let it get in the way of his libido. Wouldn’t have been an easy task back in the day anyway.

‘My name… is Jared Ovmar.’ Lord of the Fringe, Governor of two star systems and once the CEO of Santhe Corporation, and owner of Neuro-Saav Corporation. That is what he would have added when he had been younger, to amaze, to dazzle. To make a show out of his identity and lure women into the allure of the right and mighty.

But these were other days, no?

‘Why can’t it be both?’

And it was then that his lips would make that particular curl upwards and his eyes would roam suggestively just for a moment. A callback of old and the droid would see it for what it was.

Humans: Attraction & Love, indeed.

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

“Santhe Corporation, also on Lianna. You must know Gerion Ardik of Hegemonic Automaton since you are both prominent Liannan businessmen.” Both companies were also in Morgan’s databank, so she knew the nature of his work. "I also know Mr. Ardik," she added but didn't elaborate.

The female droid smiled at Mr. Ovmar’s answer to her question of business versus pleasure. “I think for most CEOs it would be, sadly,” she said, thinking back to Mr. Redeaux who also suffered from those workaholic tendencies, never sending back an RSVP unless he knew a company connection would be made or he was going to squeeze a favor out of his host or hostess. The CEO appeared pleased to be talking with her so she checked her data entry for advice on how to keep him intrigued. It said to use body language when flirting.

“Let’s hope tonight is more pleasurable,” she said and stroked him lightly on the arm. Her motion wasn’t a robotic-like movement. She had been Mr. Redeaux’s companion after all and wasn’t completely naïve about the kind of touching men liked and where they especially liked to be touched. Another piece of advice her internal system was giving her was to ask a lot of questions to the recipient of the flirtation.

“Since you said business though are you here to buy any art? I do know there is always a private auction going on somewhere in the museum. I’ve never been to one of those,” she said. She stepped a little closer and Jared Ovmar would find out that the droid was even wearing a little perfume that smelled like Nlorna flowers.

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Morgan Redeaux"]

And just like that this meeting had turned even more interesting.

The fact that she knew Ardik and even more importantly knew who he was, well it changed some things- Jared wasn’t yet sure if it changed them for better or for worse, but the dynamic was changed right now. Few if any people actually remembered that he used to be the CEO of Santhe Corporation, it had been a stepping stone, a way towards more power and money.

Interesting.

It would have been a lie to say that he didn’t found himself affected just slightly by her advances, of course he was still in complete control. Years ago when he was still a young pup in the Galactic Decor he would have dragged her off to a separate room already, but he had learned some self-control since then.

Probably.

Ovmar winked to her and took one final step closer, bringing them almost nose-to-nose, almost uncomfortable.

‘Let’s visit this auction then, lead on.’ the Sith Lord finally said softly, offering his arm for her to hold onto.

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

When Mr. Ovmar leaned into her personal space, Morgan instinctively closed her eyes. She thought he was going to kiss her as Mr. Redeaux had done so many times during her employment with him. But the human offered his arm to her instead. What a perfect gentlemen, she thought. He had a strong, firm arm and with tactile curiosity, Morgan gave it a squeeze with her slender fingers. With a quick check of a museum holomap Morgan pointed to the Fourth Floor and the two would take the elevator to an older area of the museum called the Asran Headows Wing which was where the private auction was being held. They would see as they arrived that the auction was called Crystal Chimeras and it was a wealthy patron’s collection of art and artifacts made of crystals and other valuable minerals. And like the previous owner of the collection, the collectors who were here to buy also appeared to be fabulously rich.

The HRD examined a holodisplay at the entrance to the wing which explained what would be offered at the auction this night. She read the text aloud for Mr. Ovmar’s benefit:

“It says here that Mrs. Svetlana Doris was a wealthy widow and art collector. When she passed recently she left her entire collection to her... two droids. Oh how interesting,” she said looking back at Jared to see if he found it interesting too. She couldn’t tell. “Hmm let’s see. Oh yes, here we are - the executor of Mrs. Doris’s will successfully argued that since the droids were... property themselves they could not “own” any of rare artifacts collected throughout the years by Mrs. Doris. Therefore the estate of Mrs. Doris is in full possession of the collection and will be selling it to private bidders. The proceeds will go to the estate and to help renovate a new wing of the museum.”

Morgan’s smile tightened as though she was trying to not frown. But inside she thought, well that is truly unfortunate that her droids could not inherit her fortune! Why shouldn’t they be allowed to keep her treasures if that is what the widow intended? But she was here to have fun and not lament the status of machines versus humans in the world. Although what had Gerion Ardik mentioned to her once? What did he call them? Droid abolitionists? Oddly though that data entry did not come up at all in her data storage.

But back to Humans: Love & Attraction which was accessible to her right now. Close body contact was important, it told her so Morgan led Mr. Ovmar to a plush seating area where they would be able to watch the auction or even bid on a piece of art. She canted her head at him and smiled and then leaned into him, draping both hands across his arms and crossing her legs so her bare knee was touching his hand. The auctioneer was on stage but other helpers were still setting up the first piece of art to be auctioned off - a clear sculpture of a heart, made of Cardovyte.

The HRD turned to Jared Ovmar and asked, “What is your position, Sir. Do you think Mrs. Doris’s droids should have been allowed to keep possession of her valuable collection?”

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Morgan Redeaux"]

There were a lot of different Jared Ovmars in the end, some were relevant to this discussions and some were not relevant, but in the grand scheme of things there were two who could be remotely interested in this discussion. The one who had been manipulating and using technology (which droids can be categorized into at some level), and the one that had learned that manipulating things wasn’t always a good course of action in the end.

She had left her entire collection to her droids, interesting. The girl said, and as she kept reading she tried her damndest to forgo the natural frown and turn it into a casual smile, but the signs were there nonetheless. Had the old woman been simply that? Old? Mentally incapable and as such she had decided to give it to her two droids?

Had that been the case? But the story told them a different case, did it not? If there had been other family, people with a claim to the collection they would have come forward. Which told Ovmar that it might have been possible this woman had been lonely, and that those two droids had been the only two beings who had cared for her.

Why wouldn’t you want to give some kind of present to the two people who took care of you? Is that not a human emotion? Did it not make sense?

During those ponderings he was led to a seating area, comfortable too, and she was trying her best to make him feel just that. Maybe too comfortable for a simple auction. Not that Jared would ever say no to the simple touch of a knee and the familiar weight of a body pressed against him, he was old, not dead.

Then she asked him the question that he had been expecting, and the Lord of the Fringe leaned in- not wanting to disturb or alert anyone else on his opinion. His lips brushed her ear and then he simply whispered the truth of the matter.

‘I once witnessed a Galaxy populated by a single synthetic super system.’ his thoughts went back to that day and it painted his expression into a smile. ‘I had a long conversation with her, and in the end I came to the realization that a droid… can have dreams, my dear.’

A cryptic answer of a cryptic man, but such was the case. He returned to his position and softly patted her knee for comfort. She would get the distinct sense that if he had been more forthcoming with his answers, perhaps more direct, that he would have given her a positive answer.

That, yes. Those two droids should have been able to inherit the art.

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Morgan listened to Mr. Ovmar’s response with both interest and for signs that her flirtation was successful. And perhaps her human companion was aware of this or perhaps he wasn’t, the fact of the matter was that even though his lips lay extremely close to what would be a highly sensitive area for a human, the droid could not feel that much. She didn’t feel pain which was to her advantage, but she also didn’t feel the same type of tactile pleasure that humans did. She experienced emotions but her synthskin and biofiber lacked the proper anatomy that would truly make her be able to experience human sensations. Therefore she had to guess how nice it would be to have a man whispering in her ear or patting her knee the way Jared Ovmar did.

She longed to discuss the case of Mrs. Doris and her droids with her new friend, but suddenly the auction started. Morgan sat up, withdrawing her arms from where they were across the human so she could see and hear the action better. The heart was a charming piece of art, not necessarily thought provoking or political, but was striking enough to appeal to a variety of collectors, especially the wealthier ones because of the rare material from which it was made from. She watched the bidding heat up for the Crystal Chimera. Morgan had no credits to be able to even compete on the level of the other collectors.

So with no claim to stake, her mind wandered again to what Mr. Ovmar said specifically that a droid could have dreams. Quite a philosophical one this Jared Ovmar, she thought. Handsome and erudite, he was giving her much to ponder. If she had to describe her own dreams, she wasn’t even sure where to start.

An older couple a few rows ahead of them were looking quite amorous as well. It was an unusually flirty auction as far as auctions went. The husband, presumably, kissed his wife on the check and she in turn, ran her fingers down the back of his neck. Morgan longed to feel things like that, to enjoy the touch of humans as Mr. Redeaux had enjoyed her. Sure when it was too hot, her sensors would warn her. And she was able to feel emotions but not those bundle of fibers that transmit impulses of sensation through the brain to the rest of her body. If she needed to feel pain along with that, so be it. It might be the price she would be willing to pay.

When the auctioneer paused, Morgan asked Mr. Ovmar, “What did the droid dream about? This super system?” Did she long to feel the tangible sensations that Morgan wanted to feel? After all, the HRD didn’t want to rule a planet or enslave a galaxy. She just wanted to feel passion the way a human did. Was that really too much for a droid to dream of?

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Morgan Redeaux"]

It had been a synthetic entity, close akin to Zonama Sekot in this Galaxy, with a mass and programming density the size of a big moon or a small planet. Its dreams though… they hadn’t been complicated, no big ambitions of conquering more Galaxies, but perhaps that was simply because its digital roots had already spanned one Galaxy.

Could have gone anywhere, could have seen anything, it felt, experienced, learned. In the end it would also die, but its dreams were the dreams and memories of its old past. Nostalgia trips, it seemed that even uplifted, synthetic beings were not immune to things like that.

‘She dreamed of better times.’ Ovmar simply replied, before raising his hand. His voice cut through the mumbling and bidding offers. One of those times where natural authority took over, sometimes it was good to be an old scheming politician.

‘Two hundred and fifty million credits for the entire collection.’

That made the room go silent.

The collection was worth around ninety million credits proper, bids had stalled around forty-five with a bidding war between two elderly gentlemen in the back.

But Ovmar almost never played nice.

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Morgan was just about to respond back to Mr. Ovmar but she heard his bid on the valuable Doris collection, and like the room around them, also went quiet. At that moment, if someone had coughed, one of the elderly men in the back may have gone into cardiac arrest, that's how silent it had become. "Going once?" asked the auctioneer. A long pause. "Going twice?" One of the other original bidders cleared his throat but only mumbled, "Too rich for my blood."

"Sold for two hundred and fifty million credits!" shouted the auctioneer with gusto. This was the type of drama he lived for in his fairly boring career.

Needless to say most of the entire room turned around to gawk at Mr. Ovmar who had the nerve to basically close down the auction right then and there. However most of them were as just as prosperous and covetous. They didn't look upon him with scorn but with a deep seated envy and he was awarded a round of golf claps.

Morgan was not envious. On some level her mechanical brain had processed that what her human friend had done was very bold, but aside from her rent and some occasional repairs, the concept of "scraping by" was foreign to her. She didn't need to eat or drink. She had very little needs of her own beyond some of these new ideas since her manumission. In summary, credits weren't something she aspired to get her artificial hands on for the most part.

But ultimately, she was proud to be seen with Mr. Ovmar in that stuffy auction room because it was a fitting tribute to Mrs. Doris's droids, that the man who bought the entire collection - which legally belonged to them - had a beautiful one on his arm for the night and appeared pleased to show her off.

Morgan was sweet and curious yes, but the advantage to her complex programming was that she was able to formulate the plans needed to get what she wanted in that symbiotic relationship between droid and owner. It was apparently clear, mostly from the first few minutes she had met him, but especially now, that her human companion was ridiculously wealthy. And let's face it - those were the types of businessmen that Morgan was especially used to, owner or not. So without any reservations at all, she turned to him, intertwined her soft hand with one of his, lifted up her wide green eyes, and asked him and apropos of nothing having to do with the auction:

"Mr. Ovmar, although droids do not have metaphysical attributes, I do agree with you that they can dream. Would you help me fulfill a small dream of mine?" She sensed his hesitancy and added, "We'll need to go somewhere in private in order to discuss this. You can choose the place if you are willing."

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Morgan Redeaux"]​

At this point Irani was willing to fulfill any and all dreams that the Lady Redeaux might have, it was simply being a stand-up and courteous guy, no? If a Lady wished for something you had to accommodate her or risk hurting her feelings, so it was simply for his reputation and her feelings that Darell quietly looked at the their hands for a moment, before looking up to those eyes.

A quick disarming grin was flashed, before he nodded.

‘Of course, miss Redeaux.’ Darell answered smoothly, before raising himself from his seat and pulling her up with him. The auctioneers knew who he was by now, and his assistants- which were probably crawling around the place right now, with all that money he had spend- would make sure that everything would be delivered where necessary.

‘I have a penthouse suite in the heart of the city, would that do for your desires?’

Desires, he was already implying things.

It didn’t seem as if Darell Irani was a man who took things slow when he eventually makes up his mind.

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

“Why yes that works perfectly,” said Morgan. After some minor arrangments like helping the businessman make sure his new art collection also arrived at the penthouse and under the watchful eye of armed guards, the pair of them made their way to the Coruscant penthouse which wasn’t too far from the Galactic Museum.

“You don’t have to offer me anything to drink,” said the HRD once inside the penthouse. She took a small tour around his apartment, inspecting his furnishings and accoutrements and eventually sat down on a sectional sofa. She crossed her legs demurely as the human watched her. Now where to start with this quite odd proposition Morgan had for Mr. Irani. She supposed she should just get straight to the point as he smiled wolfishly back, appearing quite eager to help her.

“I want to be able to feel pleasure. The kind of pleasure a human female feels.” He would almost swear she was blushing a little although it probably was a trick of the light. “There are places in the city that can do this type of… repair to a droid. But it’s not cheap. I’ve looked into it before and I certainly cannot afford it on my own.” She wrung her hands in her lap hoping she was not asking too much of this man who she had really only known for a couple hours. “It’s not done on the open market you see. We will have to go to the Underworld and well it’s quite an unorthodox procedure and only a very specialized HRD engineer will know how to perform the upgrades. I don’t even think Hegemonic can do something and even if they could, they would not upon principal.” She was quite sure of that - knowing Mr. Ardik this type of suggestion posed to him would surely cause an outburst of epic proportions.

But she wasn’t with Mr. Ardik, now was she? The handsome businessman in front of her looked more than happy to oblige what Morgan was looking for, although she needed to hear it from him to be sure. “Do you think you can help me?"

[member="Darell Irani"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Morgan Redeaux"]

Of course Darell Irani knew of the procedures and contacts she spoke of, in Ovmar’s time as the CEO and owner of Neuro-Saav Corporation- a company that was well-known for its cybernetics and other techy specialization, such a thing wasn’t rare or even strange to hear about. No, Ovmar had held his own contacts within the underworld and Darell inherited those contacts. So pure technically he could easily make her dream a reality, without even spending all too much money on it himself.

No, the real issue wasn’t the monetary one or even the issue of moral, the real issue was if this was a real thing or a ploy for her to trick him. A wealthy CEO lured into helping a droid to achieve the possibility of pleasure, take her to the Underworld and then… an accident? Wouldn’t be all too strange, not even all that much attention would be spend on it.

Just a foolish man, arrogant and high on money, thinking he can walk unscatched amongst the filth and drag of the Galactic Center, no?

That real issue was swiftly discarded though. Mainly because he might be a businessman now, but the Sith Lord in him wasn’t afraid of any such a thing as simple thugs, he could deal with them, just as he would be able to deal with Morgan if she turned out treacherous.

Not that Darell really expected her to, it was simple caution born out of a Sith’s inherent paranoia.

‘Of course.’ he replied smoothly, only a few moments had passed as his mind had processed all of the above. ‘I know a guy.’

And so Irani approached her just as smoothly as he had given her the reply, offering his hand so she could pull herself up.

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Morgan smiled up at Mr. Irani and bit her lip seductively just thinking of the possibility that she would soon be able to enter a world forbidden to her, a world of tactile sensations from the lightest tickle to a rumbling crescendo of ecstasy. Which reminded the HRD that she had really not been following along with Humans: Attraction & Love. As she took his hand, she searched the data entry again and noticed that “if a flirtation is too subtle your message may not be received.” Well, perhaps she needed to avoid this ambiguity.

One of the parameters that her old and now-deceased Master had when he designed her was that she was to be an excellent lover, as much as her programming would allow. This was a difficult feat to get right because love-making is a subjective thing after all. Morgan knew that she had been designed with this in mind, but she was designed for Bartho Redeaux’s specifications. Hopefully what Mr. Redeaux favored would match up with what the rest of the male human population liked, she thought.

The HRD stood on her tiptoes and brought her slender hand up to Mr. Irani’s face, slowly and with care, so he didn’t think she meant any harm and then she kissed his open mouth with supple lips and a teasing tongue. When she pulled away, she said, “I couldn’t be more grateful, Mr. Irani. I’m sure we’ll need to carefully try out my new software when we’re done and you can help be my tester.”

Morgan then retrieved her handbag, pulled out her datapad and asked, “Who shall I be calling upon then?”

[member="Darell Irani"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Morgan Redeaux"]

In general Darell Irani wasn’t a man who easily let go once the kissing had commenced, but for once there was something that kept him level-headed throughout the entire affair, which boiled down towards the fact that she wasn’t exactly in a position to experience which really made the thing slightly less pleasurable for himself. So instead, as her lips pulled away he let her go and simply winked, mischief apparent and a promise of more later.

‘Whatever you need, miss Redeaux.’ Darell soon replied smoothly. ‘I am at your service.’

It almost sounded as if he was doing her a favor in this matter, and perhaps in some way he was doing just that. His mind wandered off towards the various dealers which could accomplish the feat she was asking for and finally settled on one of the more expensive ones.

Expensive, but trustworthy. Professionals who knew what they were doing and did it for the money without the filth.

Irani gave her the coordinates, she made the call and the appointment was set. Soon after they were in a transport bound for the clinic in the lower levels.