Soon, a servant brings a steaming cup out to her. "What a coincidence." He chuckles. "I suppose it's not that farfetched. It's the largest club in the area, and in my opinion Felicia's the best girl there. I see you're a woman of taste. In any case, how can I help you?"
She looks around the room approvingly, before sitting with him. "Yeah, unfortunately, I didn't have time to grab anything when the aliens attacked. Some liquor would be great, after the day it's been." She smiles.
'Well, if you need to borrow anything, feel free to ask. What kind of liquor would you like? I have a few to choose from. I personally like to drink rum,' Xavier went to his cabinet, getting out a bottle of rum and whichever liquor she chose, he brought them back to the table. Pouring himself some rum and her drink, he smiled and clinked glasses with Ulie, 'To a good end to a bad day.'
"Why Captain!" she exclaimed happily when she saw him at her door, "What an unexpected pleasure. Come to see me off personally have you? How gentlemanly."
Verner takes his seat at her side, as the head slaver reluctantly begins to speak, his men turning away in shame, as their boss begins detailing the scope of his organisation.
The captain looks at her, and then at the bed, and gulps. "I-uh... I'm sure you're too busy to do anything, right, miss?" In all but words he makes clear what he wants, but leaves an easy route for Yannika to refuse. The young man scratches his blonde head nervously.
"I figured that would be what you were after. Please." He leads her through the house, into a long room with holographic screens at either end, and a long rectangular table in the middle, the whole area giving off a 'board room' feel. He pulls out a chair for her, and sits down opposite. "Some tea?" He asks, holding up a cup, before beginning. "I'm afraid we'll have to talk quickly, since my girls are coming by rather soon for dinner. You're welcome to join us, however." The Duke smiles. "As for the tax issue, I'm sure the two of us can come to some arrangement that is mutually beneficial. We are, of course, of the same class. We should look after one another." He raises his cup of tea and sips, eyes not leaving Eanne's.
"Rum's good with me." She nods gratefully, accepting a glass. "A good end to a bad day? I'll drink to that." She doesn't skull the glass, but the rum is gone in only a few moments. As Xavier also takes a drink, he notes a subtle hint of spice, and the familiar warmth in his chest. Ulie takes the opportunity to fill their glasses and have some more, before answering. "More or less. I guess... It wasn't so much about escaping, though. I just... In the slums there were three choices for what you could be: a factory worker, a ganger, or a hooker. Of those, being a ganger seemed like it could be a little exciting, I guess, but none of them really called out to me, y'know?" Her gaze grows a little dreamy as she recalls something. "You ever read the Marvellous Adventures of Captain Melchett, those holo-comics? I got my hands on once, my reward for escorting a rich kid out of the slums without mugging him, and I was hooked. A life of adventure among the stars, saving damsels and fighting evil xenos, I wanted that for myself, so I ran away and signed up. Took a while trying to avoid getting press-ganged into being a pleasure girl, but eventually I got into the real navy, though it wasn't exactly as exiting as I imagined."
He continues to squeeze for a few moments, before releasing her. "Good. Serve faithfully, and you'll have money, power and pleasure in abundance." He doesn't elaborate on the consequences for serving unfaithfully, as the ship comes down to land on the capital. "You'll be needing your robes, I assume." A servant approaches with her clothing in hand, cleaned thoroughly after earlier.
Arnolf simply inclines his head. Verner continues to enjoy his time at his mistress/mother's side, whilst the other disciples enjoy their time among the club's denizens, indulging in carnal pleasures right on the dancefloor, with the staff unable to do anything due to Arnolf being dominated. If Vizelle doesn't stop them, they take several hours, Jeryn and Alexandros in particular unquenchable in their thirsts. Halipha heads downstairs to inspect the merchandise and facilities, while Vizelle's final disciple is enjoying some sort of narcotic.
As Verner nestles against Vizelle's lap, looking perfectly content, Jeryn and Alexandros continue their orgy. She feels liberal amounts of psionic energy being used, but no one on the dancefloor looks like they're not having a good time. Arnolf shrugs at the question. "Called Bojack, last I heard. Some drug for psionics that causes a rush of euphoria, increases your magical strength a little, and decreases your control over that strength, by a lot." Looking over, she sees Rikkert head onto the dance floor, tense with energy. "I don't know too much about it, though. Markus' syndicate has a monopoly on the stuff, and made me a simple offer: I can let them sell it in my club, for no percentage on my end, and if I try to sell it myself, I end up dead."
Rikkert, for the moment, simply uses his powers to increase his personal magnetism, gathering a small crowd around him. Arnolf shrugs when asked about Zhou. "Zhou's a frigid bitch. She's all about stability, continuing her dynasty, that sort of thing. She's the kind of person who'd rather keep what she has and not take any risks, so her business hasn't exactly changed much since she took power over the dynasty. Brutal, too. Her approach hasn't exactly made her popular with her family. Rumour has it that she's killed four uncles, five brothers, fifteen sons, and her only daughter, for trying to take the throne, plus plenty of other gangers who come knocking. She hasn't caused problems with me or Markus, though, so I don't mind her."
