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.
"Thank you, dear. You can return to partying, or you can sit beside me if you like." Vizelle cooed, taking the glass, and smiling at her "son." She takes a sip as the slavers slowly recover, once they have, she smiles at them. "Enjoy?" The sorceress asked with a grin, "Now. Do give me the details about your operation. How big it is, how many men you have, your assets, combat capabilities. And... who the most troublesome crime boss would be."
“Indeed.” Eanne chuckled as well before turning serious. “Well, since we're already talking... how about we talk about the tax issue? We would have to deal with it sooner or later, might as well start early. I'm curious, what are your thoughts about it?”
'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.' He downed his glass and poured another, while they waited for the food, 'So, you're an orphan? Grew up on the streets and joined the navy to escape or something like that?'
Elena choked as the man grabbed her by the throat. "Yes-s, sir." She managed to answer as she ground her thighs. A moan of excitement escaped her throat. It was quite easy - she was enjoying the play. She did not show it, but she was pleased that she escaped the dangerous situation.
"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." Yannika took a moment and gathered what few items she'd brought with her. "I find myself once again having to express my gratitude to you and your crew for your hospitality. You have been a most gracious and courteous host." she finished and turned towards him. He stood in the doorway while she was in the cabin next to the small bed. "Before I depart, are you certain there isn't anything I can do for you or your crew?"
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. Spoiler: Loot Roll 52 Sadly, his 'empire' isn't all it could be. He has about two dozen men, mostly slum-born gangers and a handful of trained mercenaries, and makes a fair profit trading in slaves from his contacts in a small alien empire on the border of human space. He uses a small uninhabited planet as neutral ground for exchanges, and though he doesn't technically own it, the fact that no one else is on it means that it's de facto his property. It's barren and devoid of anything of value, at least that Arnolf's found, but it's out of the way, and has some basic facilities for when the slavers occupy it. In this backwater area of the capital, Arnolf details (ashamedly, Vizelle notes, as he's compelled to tell the truth) that his gang is the smallest of the three operating in this area. The second is run by a noblewoman named Zhou, the leader of a long dynasty of criminals in this area, with control of much of the gambling around here. The third, controlled by a man named Markus, is actually an offshoot of a major intergalactic syndicate, focusing mainly on prostitution and drugs, and is so much more powerful than the other two as to be basically untouchable. The only reason Markus hasn't destroyed Arnolf and Zhou, Arnolf notes with irritation, is that this area is the edge of a vast criminal empire, and he has more important districts to worry about. So far, the three have existed in a relatively peaceful status quo, minor violence occurring intermittently, but no one moving to conquer the holdings of anyone else.
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.
Vizelle smiles as she listens closely to her new subject's information. "Fufu. No need to be ashamed, boys. Sooner or later, the other two will be kneeling before me as well." She cooed, "And if you play your cards right, I may just give you a higher position in MY organization, making them nothing more than your underlings." She whispered, her voice tinged in a seductive tone, while sending some images of Zhou, and Markus being their slaves into their heads. Jeryn, after you are done partying, do try and collect information on this Zhou. From what I hear, she's a noblewoman in charge of the gambling dens around here. She gave her next order, before turning to the slaver, and his thugs. "Rejoice. For you now have the oppurtunity to rise up higher, than you've ever dreamed of." She grins, enjoying her drink, and letting her disciples enjoy themselves after a successful mission.
"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." Ulie snaps out of her reverie, eyes widening in embarrassment. "Sorry, sir, I ramble sometimes. Didn't mean to bore you." She quickly refills her glass and drinks some more.
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.
For now, Vizelle doesn't interrupt how they unwind, unless they go to far. She does however ask Arnolf about the narcotic Rikkert was using. And to reward Verner further she pats her thighs, allowing the young man to rest his head. While she brings out the book, once again trying to decipher its contents.
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."
"I see." Vizelle frowns, watching Rikkert's movements closely. "Well, since my disciples are still enjoying themselves. Tell me about Zhou." She asked, while keeping a close eye on Rikkert, ready to lock him down the moment he loses control of his powers.
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."
Seeing Rikkert's use of his powers, Vizelle looks away, but remains vigilant in case he does lose control. "I see, does she have any other family?" She asked as she starts to stroke Verner's hair. "Someone content with the status quo simply means they lack the ambition to strive for greater heights." She said to no one in particular.
Spoiler: Rikkert Self Control Roll D100: 77-15 (Bojack Drug)= 62 (Pass) Arnolf nods. "Yeah. I ain't exactly an expert on the Zhou family genealogy, but they're an old family, from the 'heir with a dozen spares' philosophy of noble breeding. She's got some sons left, as well as plenty of cousins, and a few sisters, I think. I'd know more if I was gonna go after her, but that wasn't in my plans yet." Looking out, Rikkert is controlling himself for right now, making out with an attractive alien woman but not using his powers, and Verner is practically all but purring.
