A dim red light flashes over the room, a ''fille de joie'' (literally ''Lady of pleasure'', in English) greets you and shows you the way to the bar, where another girl is busy serving her drinks as old men stare at her almost body, throwing a degrading remark or 3 at her if they think she doesn't hand over their drinks fast enough. There is a pole dancer nearby each table, and several empty cabins, with lines of filles de joies waiting to be picked. To make sure everything is kept in order, several Corses bodyguards are watching over the place. The most recent sucessful band of Gallia is playing on the stage, as several 'dancers' accompanies them. The place has the feeling that no matter what fetish you have, you will find someone here to help you with it. But also, several people just come here to discuss business, or just calm down some after a long day in space.
''Bienvenue au Bordel des Clefs du Paradis!'', says to you the doorwoman.
(//Just to remind you, folks, no cybering here. It's just the atmosphere of the place.)
Sitting in one of the darker corners, away from the music and girls, Marcus nurses a drink, tired from a days lane trawling, a grin on his face as he absent mindedly flips his Franc slip, a good days profit, something that always makes him smile.
Thinking of the new recruits, so eager to make a name for themselves within the family he actually chuckles into his drink, remembering his first time in the cockpit of a Minsteral Noir. "I give um a few months before half are ether dead or bankrupt" he mutters, before returning finishing his drink, sitting back to try and think, not an easy task with all the distractions the fille de joie are making closer to the bar.
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' Wrote:(//Just to remind you, folks, no cybering here. It's just the atmosphere of the place.)
//Most likely directed to my character >.>
The sound of shots being loaded onto a tray could barely be heard over the music of the so called "Band" but she didn't mind. It only livened the place up even more. She nodded to the bar tender as she balanced the tray on her hand, swaying her hips as she made her way to various tables. At first glance, she could have been mistaken for any other "working girl" at the establishment. However, unlike the other girls, her skirt reached down to her ankles, although the side slit that went up to her waist didn't help much, and a sense of power could be felt off her. Perhaps it was because of her intense beauty, or the fact that she was a high ranking member of the La Brise family.
Or perhaps it was because her white blouse could barely contain her most powerful "assets," always just one button away from bursting open. She gracefully placed the drinks on the customers tables, winking to every man who made eye contact with her before strutting away, greatly exaggerating her hip movements. In fact, most men did stare at her, but never touched. It's free to look, but it costs to touch...specifically a rather large portion of ones income; those who couldn't pay weren't killed...they end up as missing; a true Union Course to the heart. Finishing her rounds, she handed the tray back to the bartender, before stretching, her blouse straining under the pressure, always threatening another button flying off.
"Rather lively crowd we have today." she said to herself as she watched the patrons, catching the glances of men eying her. It only made her feel even more superior. "It would be nice to have some fresh faces though..." she thought to herself as she seductively nibbled on her finger.
Marcus finally finishs his drink, setting in down on the table., looking around he notices many people from the diffrent families of the Unione Corse. TheBordel is one of the favorate stop off's on Bourbon base, cheap drink and fine women are all that most pilots look forward to after many hours of work making profit.
Grinning as he see's A'ime settled by the bar, doing her usual scan of the bar, always looking for new people to try and bring into the family.
grining slightly he hold his glass up, shaking it gently in her direction, showing that he needs another, but more importantly that he his family matters to discuss.
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"Awww...Cute one..." she said to herself as she winked to a young man from across the room. The older men sitting around him giving the lad stern looks as he hid his blushing face. She continued to scan around the room, making mental notes of different patrons; height, weight, distinguishing features, posture, sense of style. In her line of work it was important to weed out the common man to the more illustrious individual with...a bigger paycheck. She remembered her last haul, a good seven million, a pretty hefty reward for her work. She began to imagine the possibilities with her new found cash. Of course some of the money would go to bribes and blackmail, but with the rest of the cash she could purchase a new dress, and maybe that new thing that those rice picker Sirians do with the outdoor bath thing, she was especially curious about that too. She inwardly squeed as she realized that she could finally purchase the new lingerie fashion set by - Marcus waving an empty glass.
She gave him a cold glare before sighing, picking up two glass of fine aged wine and began to make her way towards him, exaggerating her swaying her hip movements again. She smiled to herself as she felt the eyes of the patrons starting at her. One patron even was foolish enough to attempt a grope at her before his hand was slapped away by his more informed friend, who quickly explained the economic depression that would incur to them both should he had completed his action.
"Marcus" She greeted with a smile as she sat across from, placing the wine glasses in front of him and herself. The white blouse did nothing to hide her cleavage as she leaned forward, exposing herself even more as the last remaining buttons strained to contain the weight. She casually sipped her glass, savoring the refined taste, "You should really stop drinking that stuff, it'll rot you liver from the inside out." She smiled again as she set the glass down, leaving a dark red lipstick impression upon the rim of the glass.
Chuckling softly he takes the drink, Taking a quick sip he looks back at her, still grinning "You know Cheri it will take an awful lot more than this to hurt me". Thaking another sip he puts the glass down, leaning in as if to kiss her neck, instead whispering "The family has work for you Cheri, very important, and most certainly under the table. Thier is a generous reward from the Marquis if you manage to successed, though I will warn you now, survival will not be easy, are you intrested?"
pulling away again, he grins seductivly, making it look like he just suggested something very diffrent, he takes another sip of his drink, letting her think it over
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She pondered over his words, letting the wine cascade over her tongue as she finished the expensive drink; it barely fazed her. "I'll do anything for the family, you know that Marcus. But the Marquis are probably my least favorite customers. Nothing but a bunch of gun thug imb?ciles acting on immaterial ideals. And if the Marquis want a job done, then they must want a person dead but have no means to cause that death...which is why they most likely turned to us."
She let out a long sigh and rapped her finger nails upon the table. "And my life is pretty valuable to many people so I would prefer to keep it. But if the family requires it, it must be done." She rapped her fingers a few more times as she contemplated the proposal. Her thoughtful expression soon turned into a sly grin as she leaned forward, resting her breasts on the table as her eyes narrowed, "And of course I will do anything for the right price. I thought you knew that by now, Marcus."
It was her turn to lean forward, her lips barely grazing against his ear, "So why don't you tell me the details about my little job, cutey." She whispered softly as she give his ear a slow deliberate lick.
he laughs softly at her antics, having known her for many years within the family, he wasn't so easily pulled in as the other patrons in the bar, still, she loved it when other played along, it helped to keep up her mystique with them.
Grinning to himself he lets out a gentle moan to keep the act up, before whispering back "I agree Cheri, but this perticular target....well, he is a thorn in the families side as well. His name is Lieutenant Pierre Corrompu, he is incharge of GRP investigations into piracy within the Burgandy system. We used to pay him off generously to ignore our activities, it made life very lucrative for both of us. However, within the last month four operations we had bribed him to igonre have been located and arrested with complete accuracy......we do not take kindly to betrayal Cheri as you know, it is time to teach the GRP that the old ways where better for them, instead of this new found sence of foolish justice they seem to have these days"
Grinning coyly he takes a data transfer module, before leaning in again, whispering "this module contains the details of where to locate him, personal details on his tastes, a program for wiping his personal files and returning his personal funds to the family, and details on contacting for your extraction once you have completed the mission....how you use them is upto you, but within two weeks Pierre must be dead, understood Cheri?"
Grinning he slips the module gently between her cleavage, to ensure the scene is fully disguised from prying eyes, before leaning back and sipping his drink again.
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She raised an eyebrow as the foreign rested in her cleavage. It would be a pain to fish it out again. "Well Marcus, I better get started then, no telling what other trouble the poor little officer might incur with every second that he lives. But remember, I want to to be rewarded, preferably with money. And I don't come cheap." She said as she stood up, straightening out her skirt as she made her self look presentable. "You...of all people should know that."
She blew a kiss to him as she walked away, giving a playful spank of her own butt just to taunt him as she strutted out the noisy bar. She would need time to prepare her plan of action and her escape. She let out a sigh as she realized that would all have to come later; she still had to get the module out of her cleavage.
In a corner of the bar a man sits at a table sorting through several datapads. The top half of his face is obscured by an elaborate mask and he sips a glass of wine as he mumbles to himself.
"Now what did I do with that juicy nugget," he mutters to himself as he reaches for a datapad of foriegn Sirian design and begins tapping commands into the interface.
He sips on his wine and smiles as a list of files comes up on screen. The rather aged pad had been purchased for a crate of cheap Gallian wine from a rather foolish Sirian freelancer who did not know the merits of deleting the pads data cashe. Now all of the freelancers personal files and dossiers dating back ten years, including some rather classified data on one 'Alaska' system, were property of The Pimpernel. Without a doubt, the classified files would fetch a good price from the right buyer. The other information was probably worth less but it was not uncommon to find gems among the generic data.
The Pimpernel sits back in his chair and places his feet on the table as he begins to pore over the rest of the freelancer's files in search of information gold...
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