Sugar Factory

[Joza Perl]

Sucre

With scheduling tight and a new project underway, appointments had to be made where and when you could to please both parties. It stood such that her meeting with [member="AD-8"] would take place at a brothel, because aside from night clubs and humanitarian aid, Joza had to capitalize on what Zeltros was known for. At least it was a nice brothel.

This time she was mostly sure that her guest would be a sentient droid unless AD-8 was some sort of nickname, but the venue she’d chosen (by necessity) was classy enough for most sentients. Perhaps not for an absolute prude, but she doubted that she’d attract any business prospects from someone given her own line of work.

When AD-8 arrived, he would be escorted up to a private, lavishly decorated room where Joza would be waiting for him. As the culture dictated, there would be several women there mainly to serve as pretty decorations and hostesses. One was reclining on a couch, one was combing Joza’s hair and the other was strewn across her lap. All were clothed in flowing, silky garments that bared skin and left little to the imagination.

While relaxed, it didn’t phase Joza much as she stroked the hair of the girl on her lap with one hand and scrolled through her datapad with the other.

 

[AD-8]

As AD-8s ship came into land he thought about the meeting ahead, the possibility of a contract would do a great deal to expand the company although he questioned the choice of venue, brothels weren't renowned for business deals but he didn't want to complain. He stepped off his ship and looked at the 8 story building, it lloked sleek and modern but who knew went on behind closed doors. There were many people coming and going from the building, most of them rich men. AD looked around for his escort.
[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Though Sucre was a brothel, it was the luxury sort—the nude women were confined to private rooms with their customers while the ones in public areas were always at least semi-decent.

As AD entered the building, a violet haired Zeltron woman wearing business casual clothing approached him with a polite smile. Regardless of what her role was within the house, she addressed him in more formal tones.

[SIZE=11pt]“You must be AD-8 to see Miss Perl, yes? Follow me, if you would.” She gestured towards an elevator where they’d ascend to one of the upper floors of the building. His Zeltron guide was largely silent as they traveled but would exude a friendly aura and answer any question he had to the best of her ability. [/SIZE]

[member="AD-8"]

 

[AD-8]

As AD-8 purposefully strode through the door he got o few odd looks from the people coming and going but he ignored them. As he entered the building a zeltron woman approached him and introduced herself as his escort to the meeting place. She was the first person that looked businesslike and he was glad to know that someone knew about this meeting. He stepped into the lift with her and travelled in silence, mulling over the meeting ahead.

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

The elevator came to a rest near one of the upper floors where the assistant would step out and beckon for AD-8 to follow her down the hall. Once they were in front of the door at the end of the hall, she knocked twice and waited a moment before opening the door.

“Miss Perl, AD-8 has arrived.” She opened the door a bit wider, paused to look back at their guest and opened it as far as it could go. Standing to the side, she gesture for AD to go on through.

Once inside the room, the Metal Lord would find his business associate inside an Artisian inspired room complete with exotic looking decorations, drapery and furniture. Joza was sitting on the floor at the side of a low table, one of the women still lazing away in her lap. The others snuck vague glances at the newcomer, mildly fascinated at seeing a droid in such a place.

“Welcome,” Joza intoned smoothly and waved a hand for AD to come take a place at the table. “You must be AD-8. Thank you for coming today. Can I get you any refreshment?” She placed her datapad onto the table and smiled amicably.

[member="AD-8"]

 

[AD-8]

AD-8 stepped through the door and into the room, looking around at the lavishly decorated room, wondering how much it cost to decorate a room like this. There were 3 scantily clad women in the room as well and it seemed as they would be staying in the room with them. They looked at AD as though they thought it strange to see a droid in this place, and AD couldn't disagree. He sat down on the table and thought it strange to offer a droid a drink, she didn't seem to quite know how to speak with a Droid although AD-8 wasn't surprised as sadly in most of the galaxy droids were treated as cheap workers and didn't have the same freedom the metal lords did.

"I'm ok," he said, politely declining the offer. "Shall we begin?"

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza smiled politely as AD-8 sat down, shifting as the girl in her lap tilted her head to get a better look.

“Of course,” She agreed, placing her datapad on the table. The other women in the room seemed to keep the droid in the back of their minds, no longer paying full attention but resuming lazing about decoratively. If Joza was not ruffled by his arrival, then they so no need to cause alarm.

“Can you tell me what AD Manufacturing's main focus is?” She asked politely. While she knew the bare basics of the company, she was curious as to how far their operations went.

[member="AD-8"]