Welcome to Purgatory [open]

[Briah Song]

Club Purgatory, Nar Shaddaa​

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[Music]​

((Open to all who may be inclined to indulge in an evening of debauchery and hedonism))​

Late...

Deep and heavy came the throbs of bass that rumbled around the large complex that was Purgatory, one of the newer and quickly rising clubs in Nar Shaddaa's Red Light Sector, as swathes of patrons swarmed the dance floors and tables surrounding the main staging areas. As the rumble of beats and the stroboscopic blur of multicoloured lights filled the atmosphere with demanding presence, scantily-clad dancers of various races distracted those of wasted lives and empty souls from the sorrows of their grudging existences with the tease of flesh and sensual motion to the hypnotic rhythms of the music. Meanwhile, in the exclusive booths along the upper floors, VIPs indulged themselves with bacta massages, spice consumption, gambling and carnal satisfaction.

Hanging central along the wall most rear to the club's main area, an open balcony loomed over many of the other features of the room. Inside could be found the private booth of the owner, manager and their inner circle of trusted guards, assistants, private waiters and special guests such as investors and spice suppliers. There was occasional chatter among Kyros Fen's guests, though Kyros and Mekka were silent as both watched, brooding over the activities of the ground floor, his muscular arm casually extended behind her and along the sofa upon which they sat, as she leant into him slightly, a cup of fine wine nestled in her open palm.

"This is just the beginning, my dark ruby," Kyros muttered softly to his lover. They both knew the spice business was growing at a tremendous rate, and that allowed them both to indulge their egos a while. "They flock like shaak now from across the district, but soon all of Nar Shaddaa shall know our name. Nay, the whole galactic underworld shall know and fear us." His face was stern and hard, but there was a peculiar softness to his voice as he spoke to Mekka, who was lapping up every ounce of his subdued affection.
"Soon, my love," she agreed with satisfaction, her voice unusually like velvet. She knew that any further external tenderness towards Kyros might show weakness to those around them, and as much as she was devoted to her saviour, she had an influential reputation to maintain as the fierce manager of Purgatory. Together, they proved a powerful team.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Dmitry despite having a change in circumstances was still a dealer of information. Information is power and it could also make someone quite rich - or in his case, even richer. Dressed simply nice black dress shoes, dark jeans, a white v neck t-shirt, and a black silk coat, with a few spritz of cologne that had notes of bergamont and leather on his pulse points, Dmitry entered the club.

Once Dmitry was inside the club, he headed straight to the bar where people were more receptive to conversation. However, as usual, the music in the club was quite loud - perhaps a bit too loud for his liking but he had come prepared with a pair of ear plugs already in his ears so that the music would be at a less offensive volume. Sliding next to a mildly attractive woman, he ordered a cocktail as he looked around for someone to talk to and hopefully get some information off.

Men would probably not be interested in engaging in conversation with him as they were most likely here for the woman. 'Maybe I should have come as a woman instead,' he thought to himself as he scanned the dancefloor. Unfortunately, the people there seemed more interested in dancing. Finishing his drink, Dmitry headed for the dancefloor to mingle with the women there. He came here with a purpose and did not like the idea of leaving empty handed.

[member="Kyros Fen"]