The Lustful Twi'lek (Nightclub RP)

[Taa Nul]

The Lustful Twi'lek. A fancy nightclub on the upper levels of Nar Shaddaa, it'd be a popular place for various different parties to socialize, make ''business'' arrangements and enjoy the sight of the many exotic twi'lek dancers pole dancing up on stage. The club itself would be owned and run by the billionaire entrepreneur, Count Veril Morcus, who runs a sizable business empire throughout the galaxy in the form of various nightclubs and brothels. Out of all of his businesses, The Lustful Twi'lek remains his first, and favorite, frequented by him quite often.

The Count himself would be enjoying the company of his friends and business associates within his private booth, under the careful watch of a few Mandalorian bodyguards hired to protect him. The club was very busy tonight, filled to the brim with clubbers, socialites and a few very influential figures from various different political groups in the galaxy at large.

 

[Skorn Draclau]

The Lustful Twilek was not the most imaginatively named of places, one could be sure of that. Most Twilek's were far from lustful, poisonous would be closer. But for the night's work it would serve. The man in the scarlet cloak slipped in from a stormy night. Of course being Nar Shadda, a storm was always half an hour away. He was pale, paler than any man should be, with eyes that gleamed electrum in the shade of his cowl. Eyes turned to face him, turned back away. Whoever he was, that was a lightsaber on his belt. Only two kinds of people were stupid enough to wear a lightsaber on their belt and It would be bad enough if he was a Jedi.

"What can I get you?"

"Sidewinder fang,"

He spoke in a soft cultured voice, naturally pleasing to the ears. The serving girl perked up immidiately, even though he had only said two words. Like magic. He slipped into a corner booth and settled down, pulling out a long pipe that looked quite expensive. Ornate hand crafted wood with the dragon crest carved into it. Most certainly a few eyes would have darted towards it then. But not many would dare risk the odds.

Would they?

 

[Skorn Draclau]

She arrive shortly afterwards, a tall glass of crimson posion balanced neatly in a tray. Her blue hair dancing along at an electric rythm matching the one her hips made as she walked. There was a smile on her face.

"Your drink sir, as you ordered."

Sidewinder Fang was an old, ancient codeword. Invented by a now defunct Band of Outlaws and Exiles. Once, long long ago they had ruled the underworld or so some speculated. Although the band itself had perished to time it's customs and traditions, at least some of them, had survived.

The drink was a signal to the tender, if he understood. A call for information, the client who ordered the drink needed someone found. The code itself meant little in this day and age. No one could enforce it. It meant little as a guaruntee. And many simply refused to have heard of the drink. Still, those few who chose to honor it did so with a sense of pride. It would seem the tender in this little hole of heaven was a proud one after all.

He accepted the glass and took a deep sip.

"Thank you dear, would you like me to tell you a bit of your future? I have the gift of the sight."

Her eyes widened for a moment, only to shrink back.

"I would love to, but no. I have work. Maybe after my shift."

And with that she was off, electric blue hair dancing in the pulsating lights.

 

[Snogie]

Tiberius walked into the The Lustful Twi'lek with one thing on his mind...business. Although it wasn't a hunt it was a potential business meeting and therefore the bounty hunter showed up in full armor. He removed his helmet as he scanned the nightclub he was looking for a entrepreneur by the name of @[member='Count Morcus'], unfortunately Tiberius had never meant him before a associate of his told him about this mysterious entrepreneur. Since the bounty hunter could not spot anyone that even remotely matched the very brief description of the business man Tiberius decided it was time for a drink...he was sure he would eventually meet this man. Tiberius went up to the bar and ordered his normal drink, a Eyeblaster. While waiting for his drink he took his time analyzing the club and its patrons.

 

[Seir'ari]

When he heard the name "Lustful Twi'lek", he was expecting to be able to do business. And while the area didn't disappoint he'd also expected a few more diverse Twi'leks taking the stage as opposed to these underfed corpulents. Sounded like quite the oxymoron until you noticed their lekkus were large enough to require excessive binding to prevent accidental strangulation while the rest of their bodies were underfed. They'd been healthy, large girls once. Once.

He didn't regret walking into the establishment as much as he assumed he would, especially not when he noticed the amount of bodyguards and was able to pick up on the occasional lingering threads of anticipation and wariness from the occasional Mandalorian and man-monkey in a suit. As rowdy as this place was it was for business. Maybe not his business per say, considering that he wasn't amused by his fellow Twi'leks' matinence, but at least a few deals.

Sarri was quite fine with the hypocrisy of the situation, considering he was wearing a Hutt brand right on his neck, as he sat down next to @[member="Snogie"] with his body facing the dancers to boredly watch them. A flash of silverware darted past him and a rather nervous thing skittered away from one of the patrons (@[member="Skorn Draclau"]), earning a scoff from the Twi'lek as he took what was left of a left-behind drink and dribbled it onto a napkin to dab underneath his eyepatch to clean the old wound. "If all of zese monkeys are zis jumpy, zey'll be smacking zir hollow skulls on zi ceiling when zi music gets a touch more bass," he murmured to both the bartender and anyone nearby.

 

[Taa Nul]

The Count would peer at the newly arrived duo, with slight curiosity, sipping his large glass of Blue Milk slowly. He was not a man who indulged in alcohol, being quite considerate of keeping himself fit and healthy. He would overhear @[member="Seir'ari"] comment about the dancers, slowly rising before strolling over, followed by two of his mandalorian bodyguards.
''I assume the girls arn't to your standards then? I have been meaning to shape them up a bit. What would you suggest, hmm?'', the Count would say, peering down at the Slaver with a curious glare.
@[member="Snogie"]
@[member="Skorn Draclau"]

 

[Skorn Draclau]

At a nod from the barkeep, Skorn finished his drink and made his way to the bar. Finding a seat next to a Twilek he leaned in close to whisper.

"Im looking for a Shi'ido. A long time ago, she was kidnapped from Lao Mon."

The man showed no sign to have heard him and continued to wipe his glass, finally he made a barely perceptible nod towards @[member="Seir'ari"]. Skorn cast a suspicious eye at the Twilek. He was not certain how this particular one could help him but then the tender added with a whisper of his own.

"Best slaver this side of town."

A slaver. Something boiled in his veins and a red cloud lurched in his chest, exhaling he regained control of his senses. No, he had to find her. If he did find her in his slave pens, well then a time would come for recknonings. But that time was not now. He nodded to the tender who refilled Skorn's glass. Taking another deep sip from his drink the Draclau eyed the twilek, waiting for his chance to speak up.

 

[Tiberius Rex]

(I apologize for the character swap, accidently posted with the wrong profile)

Tiberius received his drink and slowly drank as he watched the situation unfold. He was fairly certain the regal looking man with the Mandalorian guards was @[member='Count Morcus'], he quickly studied his appearance so that when he was not preoccupied he could talk business with him. Tiberius was in earshot of both the Twi'lek slaver (@[member='Seir'ari']) and the man that seemed to be looking for someone (@[member='Skorn Draclau']) and he realized this situation would get interesting very fast. The bounty hunter braced himself for the worst so while he had his drink still in one hand his other slowly started moving toward one of his twin blasters. He didn't think it would be necessary with all the security but rather be cautious then dead as he always said.

He chuckled at the slaver's comment "my friend that may be true, but if they fatten the girls up too much then they will lose a good portion of their customers" Tiberius said watching one of the dancers that had caught his eye. "I personally think that most of them are fine just the way they are...but some of them could probably stand to gain a little weight" the bounty hunter said scanning the night club once more.

 

[Seir'ari]

Sarri gave a low growl of a chuckle, full of the ironic amusement that he was being asked to appraise 'the girls'. "Hah! A leetle weight will help zem. You're looking at zi wrong parts, monkey." He rewarded the man's ( @[member="Tiberius Rex"] ) input with the gentle 'clink' of currency handed over to the bartender, covering the bounty hunter's drink and then some. He was a firm believer in reinforcement, whether it's slaves or idle conversation. He decided to hit two birds and one stone, gesturing towards the curvacious girls to both explain it to the presumable owner of this establishment. (@[member="Count Morcus"] ). "Zeir lekkus are saggier zen a bantha's udder. Just skin, no fat, no muscle, no-zing. Weak lekkus, bound or unbound, means less sensation. Less sensation means less sensual, which means in zis line of work..."

The Twi'lek smirked at his little implication and gave a small shrug. "Ze girls here are 'well-trained'. Training iz not zi issue at all. Eating habits, are. As much as you feed those girls I doubt zey will eat enough to bulk up unless you provide a little 'incentive'." One of his own lekkus twitched-- the bartender seemed to have a loose tongue, as he heard the 's' word being discussed. "I'd suggest binding zem in a less 'productive' way, like a braid. The migraines and zi pressure will be more zan enough to convince zem to bulk up. Wearing zem braided for long enough, without eating to compensate for the atrophy, can cause any Twi'lek to shrivel up like a wilting flower. And if zey want to keep you happy, zey will eat properly. Trust me... you know zi difference between a malnourished Twi'lek and a well-fed one when you put zem on the stage, ze way zey carry zemselves, it--" The fact alone that he was so willing to disclose ways to break members of his own species was... unsettling at best. This was a man who thought of himself as being just as esteemed in the business world as an experienced pet breeder.

His lekku twitched again, resulting in a small sneer from the slaver. More talking. More looking. "--is far more aesthetic... and less-like someone who prattles and tattles." The Twi'lek momentarily disengaged himself to turn his head and look at @[member="Skorn Draclau"] before he casted venomous glare towards the bartender. He liked his reputation just fine, but his profession was all about dominance; either he gave permission to discuss himself or there was none at all. He sized Skorn up before he turned his head back to the other two, waiting on his drink with a more relaxed posture.

 

[Skorn Draclau]

@[member="Seir'ari"]

The Twilek was clearly one versed in his art, being close enough to catch bits of his conversation this was certain to Skorn. He sounded competent enough. With some luck he should be able to give the Draclau Prince what he needed. The tender however paled visibly before hurrying away to other patrons. Had his inquiry been noticed? At the moment Skorn seemed to be intently interested in his drink. Which he promptly downed in the next. He turned to face the Slaver, With a nod to the twilek he slid a step closer.

"If you have some time, perhaps we can talk business."

 

[Tiberius Rex]

@[member='Seir'ari']
"Thanks friend" Tiberius said commenting on the slaver buying his drink. He proceeded to listen to the Twi'lek fascinated...perturbed that he knew so much in enslaving his own people but nonetheless fascinated. "Why do I have the feeling you aren't very popular among your own kind" the bounty hunter said dryley. "More of a professional question but also curiosity how well does slaving pay?" Although Tiberius would never go into slaving himself, it clashed with his honor code too much for him to even consider it but he was still intrigued at how much they paid and this slaver seemed interesting. Tiberius was intrigued that this stranger (@[member='Skorn Draclau']) had been eavesdropping more then the average person.

 

[Taa Nul]

The Count pondered Seir'ari's opinions carefully, before smiling. ''You seem to know a great deal about handling your women.....perhaps you'd be willing to....make an arrangement with me? My club could always use help managing the girls....allow me to introduce myself. I am Count Morcus, owner of this club, and many others across the galaxy.....''
@[member="Tiberius Rex"]
@[member="Skorn Draclau"]
@[member="Seir'ari"]

 

[Taa Nul]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7FeIDJ5GuCA
((Just a little something to set the mood! ))
@[member="Tiberius Rex"]
@[member="Skorn Draclau"]
@[member="Seir'ari"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

A man in a brown cloak with the hood over their head sat at a table in the corner, just watching... It would be hard to discern him by just appearances alone, and if they had a force presence, it was hidden quite well.

The man highly disliked coming to these establishments... But he also liked playing mind games with the slavers here. With slavery illegal in Republic space, the man simply had to show his face to scare a slaver into freeing his moneymaking performers after all. It was an easy, nonviolent method to freeing slaves. You would think by now that people would get the hint on Nar Shadda about slavery in Republic space, but alas, not all got the memo and listened to it...

@[member="Count Morcus"] @[member="Tiberius Rex"] @[member="Skorn Draclau"] @[member="Seir'ari"]

 

[Seir'ari]

A corner of his mouth momentarily on his large reflective eyepatch at all of the 'attention'. While he didn't particularly enjoy getting outed by some snot-nosed bartender who gossiped as freely as a Wookie's flatulence, it was nice that he was getting some degree of attention. He gave a small, reprimanding 'tch' between his teeth at @[member="Skorn Draclau"] 's business request, to indicate that he wasn't interested, though his lekkus twitched at the ends to indicate caution. "I don't talk trade in another man's cazne. Zat sort of thing is, how you say, 'poor pudu'. Perhaps in private." He had to admit though that this man before him was-- no. Not a man. He didn't carry himself with that same arrogance nor reek of alcohol and sick. Sarri couldn't determine what he was. For all he knew, this could just be a monkey that remembers to bathe; a rarity in itself.

Hearing both 'Count' in the bodyguard-covered man's (@[member="Count Morcus"]) title made made his emotive appendages betray themselves. The end of the one that was wrapped about his throat curled in itself and gave his heavy lekku a hornlike appearance. As much as he didn't want to break his own magic rule that he just set in place, the offer was... tempting. "Seir'ari, zi cultural proprietor, as my title is on paper. It's always nice to hear of zose interested in my 'opinion', and a pleasure to interest someone of... significance. I'd be happy to appraise your seela, your 'hired' dancers, free of charge. After all, a worthwhile engineer doesn't charge a credit to examine a droid. Zey wait, and charge when zi job stops being fun."

Tiberius' ( @[member="Tiberius Rex"] ) comment caused him to give a low and rumbling chuckle, tilting his head to look at the man with an amused grin painted across his marred face. "It pays enough to keep me coming back, warat." He reached up to tug away his lekku that was around his throat to expose an old slave's band that remained on his body to this very day. The fact alone that he was born a slave, but triumphed and became a slaver of his own kind never failed to amuse him. He loved to smell out a reaction, if there was one. His personal favorite reaction was when some moral goody two-shoes raised a hissy fit over his own hypocrisy. "I can assure you zat zere are... mixed feelings about me. But even zi most tightassed nerra can't ignore zat I am a merit to our lovely culture."

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

 

[Skorn Draclau]

@[member="Seir'ari"]

With a single nod. Skorn went back to his seat and tapped his glass. He had contemplated many things in the moment the Twilek had rejected him. But this Draclau was no ordinary Sith, slave to the bloodlusts that plagues so many who claimed to follow the dark road. This one could well bide his time when needed. The man's mannerisms, his cautious demeanor told Skorn much. It told him the Twilek was not new to this world. This world bathed in shades of the dark. The underworld.

A world Skorn was going to get intimately familiar with.

He would talk business with the slaver soon enough, but for now keeping a careful eye on him would suffice.

 

[Taa Nul]

The Count would smile, nodding his head politely. ''You've got the job, then, though I won't have you work here without some sort of reward......'', he'd say, before shouting over to the bartender. '''Free drinks for this one from now on. He works for me....'', he'd say, before returning his attention to Seir'ari. ''I trust that's a fair exchange?'', he'd say, a warm smile on his old, wizened face.
@[member="Seir'ari"]
@[member="Skorn Draclau"]
@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]
@[member="Tiberius Rex"]

 

[Tiberius Rex]

Tiberius patiently listened and shrugged "fair enough, to each their own as I always say. You certainly know what you are talking about so you must be pretty experienced and well known among your people". The bounty hunter wasn't to perturbed by the slaver, after all he was a bounty hunter and he had heard plenty of messed up stuff in his time and also had done a lot that would be considered in the morally grey area. After listening to the Count, he thought now would be a good time to talk to him since he was almost done with the slaver and he wanted to talk to him before someone else approached him. As if by magic the bounty hunter went from a very relaxed persona (or as relaxed as he ever got) to very business like, he made eye contact with the Count and said.

"Excuse me Count, I am Tiberius Rex a simple bounty hunter trying to make my way in the universe. A associate of mine worked for you awhile back and talked very highly of you and said you were almost always looking for bounty hunters. I was curious if a man of your stature was currently hiring even if it was just a small time job" Tiberius was very respectful and business like while talking to the Count. Although he had a regular employer, a Trandoshan crime lord on Tatooine, Tiberius wanted to expand his horizons and start getting his name out to higher end clients.

@[member='Count Morcus']
@[member='Seir'ari']
@[member='Skorn Draclau']
@[member='Joshua DragonsFlame']

 

[Taa Nul]

The Count smiled at Tiberius. ''Ahh, yes! I always require professional bounty hunters and mercenaries.....I'm actually in need of someone who might be able to aid me in removing a particular problem individual back on my homeworld, if your willing?''
@[member="Tiberius Rex"]

 

[Tiberius Rex]

"Of course sir, that will not be a problem. All I need is a name and description, and if you want him brought back dead or alive" Tiberius said with a slight grin. He was not always the smoothest when talking to clients outside of business but once they started talking targets he excelled. This Count was straight and to the point, Tiberius could greatly appreciate that, made life easier for him.

@[member='Count Morcus']