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Post by Selena Olan on Dec 27, 2015 3:05:49 GMT
A strip club/brothel that sits at the center of the Low Light district. Serves cheap drinks and good looking girls.
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Post by Selena Olan on Dec 27, 2015 3:09:20 GMT
Selena stepped through the back entrance of the Pink Sign, her boarding house not far from the strip club. She was still dressed in her normal attire - simple trousers, a tunic and a cloak. Outside of work Selena dressed as conservatively as possible. Mainly cause she couldn't afford better clothes but also because she didn't want to attract attention.
One hand combing through her hair she made her way to one of the dressing rooms to see who was about. It was still a while until her first dance of the evening and she could get changed in a relaxed manner.
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 27, 2015 3:27:21 GMT
The room bustled with half naked girls of the most varied races, from round butted Twi'leks to heavy, three breasted, grans. On the far end of the dressing room, right next to Selena's booth, a round staircase went up to Mr. Gilean's office. Gilean was a good boss, as long as you followed the rules and entertained his fantasies; he had to like every and each of the girls, if he lost interest in them, bye bye, you're out of business.
The door squeaked open, and out of it came a young Togruta, who probably had just been interviwed for the job; she had red watery eyes, this worked either way, it could have gone amazingly well or the complete opposite. Right after her came the tall imposing figure of Master Gilean, as always the muun lean and clad in the finest clothes he could afford; with an impassive stare he surveyed his girls downstaris until his gaze came to Selena...
"Selena, I want you up here. Right now!" He barked, grimacing at her.
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Post by Selena Olan on Dec 27, 2015 3:33:51 GMT
Great, Selena thought inwardly as she heard her boss call for her in such a pissed off way. Who knew what the interview with the Togruta had been like and Selena wasn't about to make any guesses but if it had gone well it couldn't have been good enough to put Gilean in a good mood.
She thought for a moment on what she would have to do to ingratiate herself to her boss again and shuddered before putting on a fake smile and making his way up the stairs.
"Yes boss?" She asked, her eyes lowered to show her (albeit fake) respect for him.
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 27, 2015 12:59:44 GMT
The office was very rustic, some leather sofas here joined by some wooden furniture over there; nothing to be proud of.
Gilean smiled a malicious grin when Selena came in, he produced two fine glasses and poured some corellian whiskey for both of them. With a simple wave, he ushered her to take a seat in the armchair across him.
"Oh Selena, my dearest treasure." He caressed her tigh with his long bony hands. "I have a proposal for you; something big, not your usual assignment."
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Post by Selena Olan on Dec 27, 2015 14:28:41 GMT
The swift change in tone made Selena nervous though she knew she should be used to it. She often thought of Gilean as a very changeable man but perhaps he simply wanted to look like a tough boss in front of other people.
She sat and took the glass with a nod, doing her best to ignore the hand. "I have been waiting to prove myself," She admitted. Some of the girls ended up doing work that paid a lot of money and attracted attention from pimps and bar owners on other levels. "What is the assignment, boss?"
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 27, 2015 14:38:55 GMT
"The Head of the Banking Clan is coming to Coruscant, he and I used to be good friends during our youth in Muunlist... He has requested that I put up a welcome party for him and his associates."
Gilean took a sip from his cup, he stared at Selena, but it was clear he was not looking at her; his face had an air of nostalgia all over.
"You'll stay in charge of it. Girls, decoration, drinks, everything... Get it right, and I'll see that you are rewarded accordingly."
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Post by Selena Olan on Dec 27, 2015 14:45:11 GMT
Selena's eyes widened at the news. This wasn't just small time stuff, she knew - this was serious business. She took a sip from the whiskey to hide her surprise and to have a few moments to think about what she would say.
"I... thank you, boss," She stated, a more genuine smile coming to her face. "I will not disappoint you. Where is the party to be held and... are there more specific requirements needed of me?" She disliked having to use her body but it if could get her ahead in life then she would do it.
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 27, 2015 15:02:41 GMT
"His Penthouse in Damask Tower..."
Gilean grinned, expecting the girl to be caught aghast by this news; Damask Tower was one of the most expensive locations in the Capital. Someone of her caliber could never expect even getting close to that place.
"Attendance is expected to be around thirty invetees, all of them important people, so discretion is fundamental. We ought to provide at least fifty girls and boys... Take all of ours and hire free lancers if it needs be."
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Post by Selena Olan on Dec 27, 2015 16:42:18 GMT
"Damask... tower..." Selena whispered, her mouth hanging open in surprise, eyes even wider. She definitely hadn't been expecting that. This was an opportunity and a good one.
"Wh... when is the party?" She asked, sitting straighter now and already going through ideas in her head. "I will get to planning immediately."
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 27, 2015 16:55:29 GMT
"Two weeks...But Mr. Darrek wants everything done two days early, so twelve days."
The muun finished his drink, setting the glass in the center table; he rose to approach her, only stopping at a really uncomfortable distance.
"One more thing, Selena," Gilean whispered on her ear, his tall figure kneeling by her side. "You are to respond directly to San... You see, Muun women are quite cold; he might enjoy some of your human warmth." His breath was warm and humid against her face.
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Post by Selena Olan on Dec 27, 2015 17:03:04 GMT
"I... I understand," Selena responded, looking up at the Gilean without showing her discomfort. "He can do with me as he wishes, boss," She added, uncrossing her legs and slowly rising. "Do you wish me to dance tonight or shall I begin preparations?"
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 27, 2015 17:10:35 GMT
"Start the preparations; the new girl will take your stage for the while. Here... Buy some new clothes, have your hair done, use it wisely."
Gilean produced from his pockets a little black credit card and gave it to her; then moved towards the door, opening it for her to leave.
"Now leave. And on your way down, tell the wookie girl to come up."
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Post by Selena Olan on Dec 27, 2015 17:21:23 GMT
"Of course, boss," Selena said with a final nod, taking the black credit card with care and stashing it in her bag. "Thank you for this chance," She said as she passed him by the door. "I will not disappoint."
She gave a curtsy and headed downstairs, only now comprehending how important this task was. Maybe she could leave this place for good!
"Jilanna!" She called out as she walked up to the Wookie. "The boss wishes to see you." She gave a supportive smile.
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 27, 2015 21:53:00 GMT
The wookie girl let out a dismaying cry and went upstairs. As soon as Selena was back in the dressing room, the girls grouped around her.
"What was it? Did he beat you? Is he pissed?" Asked the youn Twi'Lek, Loyola.
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