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Post by asari_promiscuity on Apr 15, 2015 6:18:25 GMT
“I’m a giver,” Daia smiled. She let Cali take her hand without protest, and kept right on dancing close, giving a warm chuckle at the old pick-up line.
“Maybe I will,” she replied, eyes glittering. “Say it and find out. All depends just how intimate you want to get - people are watching, after all.” Her voice lowered, just enough to still be audible over the music. “Not that that’s ever stopped me.” She reached up and lightly stroked the edge of Cali’s mandible, following the line of the glowing paint. “Mm, that is good. Did you know the humans say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery?” She took a breath and concentrated a moment, then a glowing pattern of ghostly blue light shimmered over her face, a simple recreation of Cali’s facepaint design rendered in momentary biotic fields. “How am I doing - flattering? Close, at least?”
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Post by Apricity on Apr 15, 2015 6:19:40 GMT
“Very well then, I’ll put you in for an hour,” Onara smiled, making a note. “You can of course extend the session at any time - the extension rate is discounted compared to a whole separate booking, so it’s good value. Miss Kianna is just preparing her suite, I’ll be able to show you in in just a few minutes.”
She glanced over at Druss at her question, then nodded.
“Of course,” she said, projecting a series of images from her omni-tool. “All our established ladies and gentlemen have full profiles, along with photo and video galleries, on our extranet site - as a customer you have one Illium month’s free access to the VIP content. Miss Kianna’s virtual profile is still in the works - she’s only recently come to us, and the photo shoots and so forth take a while to schedule.”
She cycled through the three other profiles under ‘dominant - female’ in the index, describing each one in turn. The first was a dark-haired human, with a slender figure and purple-tinted eyes; she wore tight matching pants and a strappy top, leaving her middle bare, and in the image’s looping animation cycle was breathing heavily, as if she had just run a marathon, which made for a striking look.
“Mistress Victoria,” Onara said, “from Terra Nova originally. She also switches - takes the sub role - and she’s available tonight. I believe she’s occupied at present, but if you’d perhaps like to add her to your session if you extend, Miss Kianna will be happy to answer any questions you might have about that possibility. Our other two resident dommes aren’t on duty tonight, unfortunately - Ana’Therion vas Nedas,” a short, slim quarian, with an arrogant tilt to her helmet, and her faceplate completely reflective, showing nothing of the face beneath, “is quite selective, so we’d have to schedule a brief interview at a later date to see if her services might suit your needs; and Miss Knight,” an asari in a smart business dress, not stunningly beautiful but with a strangely alluring gleam in her eyes, “is here Veildays and Seerdays only, while at other times she visits her clients to work in situ. We also have a number of other dominants - and escorts of other varieties, of course - in our database who operate from a variety of locations all around Illium.”
She checked her omni-tool’s scheduler.
“Well then, if you’re ready, may I show you to Miss Kianna’s suite?”
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Calistaris
Adventurer
[TI1]
Name: Calistaris Ardelion
Race: Turian
Occupation: Shadow Broker Wet Worker
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Post by Calistaris on Apr 15, 2015 22:21:41 GMT
Cali smiled at the mimicking display. "Slightly so, I suppose. However with turians it's more intimidation than imitation." She informed, displaying her own use of unnatural biotics by pulling Daia in close to her. Quickly after pulling her in, Cali swung her free arm around Daia's back and brought their hands up close to their heads, similarly in position for the tango. "So tell me, are you intimidated yet?" She mused with a chuckle, starting to lead the dance as such.
"I hope powerful biotic abilities from a turian doesn't bother you too much," she teased, moving Daia back and forth across the dance floor, more as a way to display the pair's dominance over the other participants of the scene. "I mean, everyone has to have their tricks, right? You must have quite a number." She pressed with her grin ever present.
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Artacus Kalmavius
Adventurer
[TI1]
Name: Artacus Kalmavius
Race: Turian
Occupation: Fugitive Recovery Agent (Bounty Hunter)
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Post by Artacus Kalmavius on Apr 16, 2015 2:03:37 GMT
The turian listened carefully to the hostess explained the place he was in. He put a hand on his chin, keeping his head lifted up as he kept his eyes on the asari. After she finished her explanation of the place, he nodded his head in response with a smirk. "Hmm..." He turned his head to Pravius. "It seemed you finally appeased me in your choice of place." He remarked, chuckling as he looked back to Atri. Pravius chuckled back, shrugging his shoulders. "Good to know, I finally know where to take you for the weekends." Pravius replied, gently punching him on the shoulder.
Artacus rolled his eyes, brushing off his shoulder that his friend lightly jabbed. "So resturant, dance floor, and even.. escorts, if i'm not mistaken?" He repeated, rubbing his mandibles. "I suppose a tour is in order?" He added.
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Apr 16, 2015 2:36:00 GMT
Druss would watch each of the profile pictures as Onara showed them to her, checking for a match. After seeing no matches to her target, she'd panic, deciding to at least talk to Kianna, and make her move if she matched up enough to her intel. 'Well shit! Ok, check her background, chat with her, then if she isn't it, just leave. Just say you've changed your mind and walk right on out. Fuck being rude, and the credits are a tactical loss.' "*hssk* Yeah- Yes, I'd uhh, like to see her now." She'd sound quite confident for someone with no plan and no weapons.
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Post by Apricity on Apr 16, 2015 6:05:53 GMT
“By all means,” Atri agreed, offering her arm to lead Artacus on the tour.
“You’re quite right,” she went on, as they passed through the foyer and into the restaurant cabaret, where on stage an asari and a male turian were starting a slow dance with plenty of close contact. “The Dusk Oasis has been one of Illium’s premier escort agencies for two centuries, with a range of top-class escorts right here, as well as making outcalls all across the planet. ‘Full service’ of course, and also we have a number of specialists offering other intimate services - as I say I’m a masseuse myself, nude naturally, but fully qualified in therapeutic massage. Including for turians,” she added, holding up her free hand and wiggling her fingers with a chuckle. “Strong hands.”
She led the way around the perimeter of the cabaret, nearing the perimeter of the bar, where it seemed the Nos Astra Uni team had gotten the upper hand at last, to the dismay of the Belia fans in attendance who were enduring the smirking commiserations of the NAU contingent.
“As you can see, we don’t just stay in our private rooms and wait for someone to drop by,” she said, indicating some of the scantily-clad dancers, escorts, and other miscellaneous staff mingling with the customers, chatting, sitting on laps, leaning in close for intimate conversations, and so forth. “Apricity used to be the geographic centre of the entire agency - space being at a premium during the war, when the Oasis moved in here - and even now that the actual escort part of the business has moved up to the top of the tower, so both they and the club can expand, we still maintain the tradition of mingling, socialising - making our guests feel welcome, you know? Sure it’s a business, but there’s more to life than just counting credits.”
They came to a small foyer, leading off to another section, behind closed doors - an array of holo screens gave an impression of what was going on inside, with very careful angles and framing of the selected videos keeping the imagery just barely on the tame side of explicit.
“The exotic lounge is one of the new expansions here,” Atri explained. “While the main cabaret hosts a variety of performances, the exotic is where we put on our no-holds-barred stage shows, and don’t limit the action to just the stage. It’s proving very popular among the clientele - and the escorts, too.”
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Onara glanced at her omni-tool’s display of the various conditions and credit transfers, then smiled and stood.
“Right this way,” she said, leading Druss through the reception area - coming out of the secluded couch alcove, another asari was visible filling in for her at the desk - and down a short corridor.
“If you’d be so kind as to take a once-over from the decon field just inside the door,” she explained, gesturing to the closed doorway they arrived at, “- it’s just a standard scrub, and nothing that‘ll interfere with your suit’s functioning in any way. Enjoy.” She gave a polite bow and headed back towards the lounge, leaving Druss to enter the suite.
Inside, past the decontamination unit - an efficient little module just inside the door, with the company logo of Envirometrics and a Health Directorate certification seal displayed on its console - the room was on the shadowy side. Spotlights picked out various patches of floor: a padded mat in one, another with arm binders lowered from the ceiling (thoughtfully adjusted to a volus’s height), and along the walls were several benches and seats, with padded arm and leg rests and a variety of restraints, from leather straps to mag-cuffs. Holographic screens hovered in the shadows, showing different views of the room.
Miss Kianna appeared suddenly - stepping into a spotlight from where she had been waiting in the shadow - and gave Druss an appraising look. She wore a dark gold bustier pushing her breasts tightly against her body, and her arms and legs were adorned with leather sleeves, fixed with various studded straps.
“So here we are, Druss Jorkakt,” she said coolly, in a thickly accented voice. “Why don’t we begin with you telling me who you are, and why you’re here.”
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Post by asari_promiscuity on Apr 16, 2015 6:06:49 GMT
Daia’s eyes widened at the biotic pull, but she gave a joyful laugh, rather than reacting in shock, as she was tugged in close, and let herself be led in the dance without protest.
“Do you want me intimidated?” she asked teasingly. “That does put me at a disadvantage, I can hardly intimidate you in return. Hopefully I can flatter you in some other way, then.” She was no novice at the tango, adding her own little flourishes to her part, while still letting Cali set the pace.
“No not at all,” she assured her, on the matter of whether the biotic display bothered her. “No... Quite the reverse.” She managed to stifle a laugh at the mention of how many tricks she had - ‘trick’ being slang in some parts for a prostitute’s customer, she had indeed had a lot - and turned the reaction into a sly smile.
“Oh, I have my little charms,” she said - demonstrating one as they reached a turn, and instead of simply reversing direction she slid like liquid around the turian’s body, pressed back to back for a second, then twirling back into place up against her chest without missing a step or letting go of her hand; it seemed like she should have dislocated something on herself along the way, or maybe was some kind of salarian hybrid, but she just grinned and winked.
“Easy to catch, but tricky to pin down,” she joked.
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Calistaris
Adventurer
[TI1]
Name: Calistaris Ardelion
Race: Turian
Occupation: Shadow Broker Wet Worker
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Post by Calistaris on Apr 16, 2015 11:22:03 GMT
"Maybe I do," Cali teased as well to the question of wanting Daia to be intimidated. "But I don't want it to be fake. I want to see the moderate amount of fear in your eyes as I show that I could be a powerful adversary," she continued, dipping her partner's upper half down. "But I also want to see your respect and admiration for it." She whispered just above the noise of the music as she lifted Daia back up.
Cali watched as Daia moved with around her, finding her more slick movements very appealing. "See, there's one." She commended as Daia came back in close.
"Is that a challenge?" She asked slyly, looking around and noticing they had caught more than one patron's eyes.
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Apr 16, 2015 19:03:20 GMT
"*hssk* Well not much to say, you know, just a uhh, volus. *hssk* Not much else to say there, heh. So you're *hssk* Kianna, right?" Druss looked over at Kianna as she stepped into the spotlight, looking for the augmented limb, hopeing it was there. "*hssk* And well uhh, kinda obvious why I'm here right? For the uhh . . ." If Druss's cover was blown, she had no idea of it, still trying to confirm her target- and looking around the room for anything to use as an improvised weapon should it come to that. "*hssk* The uhh, receptionist said you were from omega? I've uhh, never been there . . . *hssk* This is my first time here. I'm uhh a little nervous."
'Ok, once I arrest her they won't care about the fake spectre credentials, they'll be too busy praising me to care. Where's the damn limb! Ok . . .weapon, weapon wow most of this stuff could be used for that.' Druss looks up at Kianna as the asari approaches her, appearing as a giant compared to the volus, you'd almost expect Druss to just sprint out of the room. Staying her ground, out of fear or overconfidence, Druss would continue observing her, the wannabe spectre now strongly regretting leaving her gun at the door.
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Post by asari_promiscuity on Apr 17, 2015 6:16:39 GMT
“There’s one,” Daia agreed, smiling. “I have a few other tricks up my non-existent sleeve, but-” she lowered her voice, mock-conspiratorial, and glanced theatrically at the onlookers, “-they’re not all suitable for an audience. Well... depends on the audience, actually...”
Cali’s interpretation of her remark got a sultry laugh from her.
“A kind of challenge, perhaps,” she grinned. “The sort where it’s not so much about who wins and loses - just playing the sport for fun’s sake.”
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Calistaris
Adventurer
[TI1]
Name: Calistaris Ardelion
Race: Turian
Occupation: Shadow Broker Wet Worker
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Post by Calistaris on Apr 17, 2015 15:41:33 GMT
"And if I request to see these tricks of yours?" She asked in a teasing tone, grinning as she spotted an other turian watching them while swinging Daia around for a brief moment.
"And I accept your challenge." Cali whispered to Daia, tightening her grip on Daia's hand and around her back, but only to where it would create a firm latch without causing pain or discomfort to her
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Post by Apricity on Apr 17, 2015 17:15:24 GMT
“The obvious answer is rarely the most pleasurable,” Kianna said cryptically. “Outside, you are as you say, ‘just a volus’; myself, just an asari. Here we can be something else. I can guide you. If you give me the means. Relinquish control. Come here,” she instructed, tapping the dangling restraints. “These will fit to your suit. We start with bondage, then experiment.”
Letting Druss move at her own pace, Kianna took a turn about the room, watching her customer sidelong as she meandered seemingly aimlessly from one item of fetish paraphernalia to another.
“Omega, yes - not born, but long enough to be something of a fixture at the Gauntlet.” Her hand slid over the shaft of a stim wand, and she seemed to consider it. “Quite a club - a lot of history there. But I find myself liking Illium now.” She gave Druss a long glance. “You’ve never been? That’s quite the heavy-duty exo-suit, I’d have taken you for a local. Everyone has armour there. Whether you wear it, or carry it in your head.”
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Post by asari_promiscuity on Apr 17, 2015 17:16:55 GMT
“That can be arranged,” Daia said, grinning slantindicular. She gave a little gasp at Cali’s suddenly tighter grip, but showed no sign of anxiety; some ‘soft skins’ had a wariness of physical contact with turians, but Daia obviously wasn’t one of those.
“Well then,” she purred. “Perhaps we might have a seat and a drink, and discuss the particulars of this evening’s ‘sport’. At your leisure, of course.” She winked invitingly. “A good dance should never be cut short.”
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Apr 17, 2015 18:58:56 GMT
Having seen one too many extranet action vids, Druss decides to drop her disguise too soon. "*hssk* Must've ran with a gang or two during your time there then, right? You'd have known It used- *hssk* used to be a hotbed for a few very specific thessia-clan groups, right?" She'd find a weapon, picking up a whip, having no clue how to use it. "*hssk* Or am I mistaken, Miss T'Rantus?" 'Using her real name should catch her off guard, this'll be perfect!' "*hssk* Just surrender peacefully and I'm sure the fuzz will take a decade or two off your prison sentence."
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Artacus Kalmavius
Adventurer
[TI1]
Name: Artacus Kalmavius
Race: Turian
Occupation: Fugitive Recovery Agent (Bounty Hunter)
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Post by Artacus Kalmavius on Apr 17, 2015 21:40:38 GMT
Artacus followed Atri along for the tour, turning his head left and right to the various activities in the building, listening to the hostess as she explained what there was to do in the establishment. He listened carefully remaining silent. The turian pursed his mandibles into a small smile, chuckling after she finished. He opened his mouth to speak, breaking his silence. "Wow.. that's all I can really say." He said as he looked toward Atri with a smile. "I'm quite amazed honestly, I never really expected this." He added with a chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.
So far Artacus was enjoying himself. This place was practically a restaurant, entertainment club.. hell, just anything he could think of was crammed up perfectly in this great establishment. Artacus then cleared his throat once again, speaking to Atri again. "Is that all, or is there more thing to show me?"
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