Mythosaurs and Pink Puzzles

[Breanna Volsh]

This little place she was opening up it wasn't quite the run of the mill place you came to drink on Nar Shaddaa, no it had hints of elegance, but offered everything one could imagine to drink.The cost of maintaining the bar alone was a small economy of a planet.

The Pink Pleasure Palace was part of her inheritance from her father and mother. The deed had been in the chest that she recovered from Zeltros. She would have preferred to been able to open the one on Zeltros but she wasn't able to right now. In time perhaps, but not right now. Right now she was going to go out and do something that she hoped would generate a little business.

Her father believed that everyone needed to know what pleasure was. That does not mean that he promoted sex he promoted the use of the senses, the eyes, the fingers, smell, and taste. Bree was continuing that belief away from the darkness she had once again found a footing in the galaxy and hoped that there were no lingering shadows to invade her cheery loving disposition.

There was only a few ways to advertise effectively the large billboards that ran night and day, or the physical advertisement. She bought a new dress. Bree sore it now admiring the way it twinkled under lights. The dress shimmered when she moved and it fit her body snugly leaving only a little hint to the imagination. Inside the pleasure place were a number of gambling games. Pleasure to zeltrons came in the form of gambling, fighting, drinking and of course eating.

She stepped outside the single walk way that led to the Palace was sparsely populated she knew she would have to go further to find customers. She sauntered down the walkway smiling and handing out little cards inviting them to the Palace.

How many could she entice in.

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[Gilamar Skirata]

Nar Shaddaa. It was a gutter world that any Mandalorian worth his armor had been to at one time or another. It was a prime place to find information, off-market weapons, and hell, you might just run into a lesser bounty walking down the street. Today the old Mandalorian was looking for information on a very specific person. Horthek Jaravos. The old man had worked with the scaly bastard a few times, for information mostly, illegal weapons the other times. He was a pain in the shebs and probably overpriced, but his information had never run him astray and his weapons were always good. But as the credits racked up on his bounty he had become more and more illusive.

He had pissed off the wrong people at this point because now...Gil was looking for him. Tonight however, as the Nar Shaddaa skyline faded to black, he walked the streets looking for a place to drink and lay his head down for the night. Somewhere that the liquor wasn't sludge and he didn't have to walk over bodies to get to his room. A daunting task on the Smuggler's Moon to be sure. His usual place had burned down over the last year or so leaving him with few options. One of which was this...pink place he had never heard of. He had picked the card up earlier that night while he was still in armor from a young Zeltron...If worst came to worst he could stay on his ship after a few drinks.

He cringed when he saw the name of the place.

"The Pink Pleasure Palace eh?" he chuckled. Strder would have loved this place...Maybe he should have brought him along, for old time's sake. Then again, he was very busy now, right hand to Azrael whom was now Mand'alor, a title he himself had held only four years ago. Shaking the thoughts from his mind he strode to enter the 'Palace'.

[member="Breanna Volsh"]

 

[Breanna Volsh]

[member="Gilamar Skirata"]​

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Bree looked up to the sky sometimes it was hard to see that there were still stars up there, somewhere traffic was picking up not only in the air but in patrons Headed toward 3P. She was not tired by any means but since she was the owner it would be in her best interest to head back to see how things were progressing. She had taken notice of several mandalorians their armor was unmistakeable headed toward the palace. She knew also that mandalorians did not always wear their armor, sometimes coming as themselves was just as deceiving as the armor.

She heard a lot about them they were a race that knew how to drink but what else about life did they know. She thought quickly did they have anything oh yeah that black sticky stuff that they all tried the night before. It was like drinking black strap molasses with a bit of fizz. It had left her mouth feeling coated how did they drink it all the time.

Shaking her head and realizing that the hard work was really ahead of her but this was what she wanted. She was legitimate, it was hers no one could take it away. It would provide her the credits needed to live. She could not ask for more than that, her dreams were smaller and not so complicated. She had only shared them with a few and the look upon their faces was one of disinterest and disbelief.

Bree strode back taking long steps smiling and greeting anyone who stepped towards her, she would hand a card side step and keep moving. The line at the door was a bit tight, as she tried to push through she was shoved into someone (Gil) Bree quickly recovered, "Oh I'm sorry I didn't hurt you did it?" Not good to run your customers over.