Too Fancy, Too Nice

[Arekk]

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LITHIOS​

Club Lush, Financial District ​

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INTERACTING WITH: [member="Val Kordova"] ​

Club Lush. Crown jewel of Ethos City, the most expensive nightclub in Lithios. Opening the door to the ground-level dance club is like bashing your head into a wall of sound. Flashing lights stab your eyes, and the air is perfumed with cheap synthohol and cancer stick smoke. Everything in here is cranked up to 11. A playground for the numb.

The tiny credstick feels heavy in your pocket, fat with the weight of hard-won credits. The music swallows you up and sends you hurtling down the rabbit hole. It's luxury without pretense. It's extravagance at a value.

With its lush, extravagant decor and commitment to superlative service, Club Lush provides patrons with drink options galore and a big dancefloor.

The retro interior style of the club with its trideo laser effects may not meet everyone's tastes, but it attracts a large mixed crowd of regulars who seem to like it just the way it is, so it still remains to be one of the major hotspots in the city. The music is pretty loud and includes popular dance music and synthwave.

Somewhere by the bar, Ar'ekk sat with a glass of very much expensive and hard to find Crème D'Infame.

What's not fancy about this place?

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[Progflaw99]

Ladies Room | Club Lush | Lithios​

Agent Val Kordova | Cover: Ellara Vendaris​

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A quiet sigh escaped the Agent's lips as she took one final look in the mirror. She would never get used to this. For the task at hand she'd delved into her deep repertoire of aliases, her "Legends". Though the one she finally decided on had been the best fit for the job, it was one she was slightly less comfortable with, the fancy clothes and posh accent she had to assume did not come as naturally to her as her more 'Street level' aliases did. *Fitting.* she thought. Now that she had been promoted there would be less time to spend in the mud and muck than before - this was as good as it was going to get. With a gentle tilt of her head and an expression of defeat, she turned and headed back towards the exit.

The music was loud, the lights blinking and flashing along with the beats - if there was one thing true about this place from the intel she'd gathered, it was alive. Her target had been an opulent Rodian drug lord, according to the reports he frequented Lush often. Putting on a fake smile, Ellara began moving through the crowd, keeping careful watch and attempting to catch glimpse of her quarry. Unable to locate him on the main floor, her eyes wandered upwards towards the balcony above the dance floor. *He does have money...* To the agent, it wouldn't be too off base if the Rodian had chosen to reside in the "VIP" section of the club. As if to confirm her suspicion, the Rodian appeared, flanked by a pair of Twi'lek dancers as he saddled up to the rail above. Averting her gaze, she looked to the stairs where she noted a large, mean looking Gamorrean. *Well, I'm not getting up that way. I guess I'll have to wait.* Frustrated, she made her way to one of the side bars. *One of the perks of the job.* she told herself while raising a hand to get the barkeep's attention.

"I'll take a Sonic Servodriver if you would."​

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Her accent was a little rough at first but by the last word she'd transitioned into her 'Native' Dosuun accent. As she waited, Ellara leaned up against the bar top. Keeping her eyes scanning, she checked back every half minute or so towards the rail above. The last thing she wanted to do was miss her opportunity and let her target get away. Oh - assassination wasn't her game, no. She merely wanted to establish contact with the Rodian, develop some sort of agreement. High fashion was easily one of the larger consumers of illicit substances, and if she could secure an in using her cover as a fashion designer? The Rodian could prove useful once she had access to his distribution network. It was a tangled web, that was certain but that's what Val was good at right? A promotion shouldn't preclude her from being able to spin a web.

[member="Arekk"]​

 

[Arekk]

LITHIOS​

Club Lush, Financial District ​

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INTERACTING WITH: [member="Val Kordova"] ​

Alien species were not permitted within Ethos City or any of its districts, and instead any who migrate to Lithios find themselves pushed into a sector specifically intended for their kind. Xenophobia is not actually rampant among the general populace, largely due to the fact that most never see anything less than near-human in their lives, it is the 1% that are the problem.

While they have access to much of the same commercialism, propaganda, and constant advertisements, most who reside there are worked tirelessly for very little pay and cannot afford the luxuries afforded to other members of society. They are also forbidden from accessing starships and the like. Their homes still resemble much of Ethos City, as the same companies constructed them.

Now, there are those with enough power and money to own an entire piece of the city without having to worry about law enforcement breaking down doors with a warrant to send them back to the Xeno-Sector. This was the case, most notably of course, with the owner of Club Lush and its workers.

A woman drapped in fancy clothes and a very distinctive accent sat down next to him, his eyes lingering on her outfit more than one would be accustomed to but without being too disrespectful about it. Cute, he said in his head. He judged people by their drink of choice and a Sonic Servodriver was very, very exotic.

"Bartender, I will pay for her drink."

He said while leaving a more than heavy credit chip on the counter, making the night's last grand gesture.

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