Gideon Blueplum walked into the Velvet Glove and plonked his bag down. He tossed his credstick on the counter. "I'd like an apartment, please. For a year."
He grinned at the guy behind the desk, hoping he'd thrown the man. The Velvet Glove was the premier BDSM club in the galaxy -- hell, probably in the universe -- and he'd come to have some fun. He figured there were some heavy hitters here and he'd have to do what he could to stand out.
"A year?" Rainbow-colored eyes stared at him a moment, then the young man's head tilted. "I think you'll need to make arrangements with Kestrel. That's his thing. Come on in, have a seat at the bar, and I'll have him come to you."
Pretty, pretty. The eyes were a nice touch.
"What about my bag?" he asked. He'd only brought his tools with him -- he planned to buy everything else new.
"You can secure it in a locker, if you'd like, or you're welcome to carry it with you." He received a warm, welcoming smile, the young man just a sweetheart.
Well, if they were half as impressed with him as he was with them, he'd be happy. "I'll just carry it, honey."
He followed the young man, admiring a sweet little ass. At least that's what he was doing until they walked into a large room with a bar along one wall, a dining area, a dance floor, and a pair of raised stages at the far end of the space. Late afternoon though it was, the place was almost half full, folks doing everything from having a drink to making out on the dance floor.
He took a seat at the bar, just taking it all in as Rainbow Eyes scurried off, no doubt to get... what was it now, a bird name of some sort.
"Good evenin', sir." A huge, dark-skinned man approached behind the bar, the syn-wood sparkling with thousands of tiny lights. "Can I get you somethin' to drink?"
"Just some water, please." A bar's water was the truest test of what kind of place it was. A lot of people didn't know that.
"Surely." He got another warm smile, and a glass of icy cold water was handed over. "You're new. Waiting for Kes?"
Ah, yes, Kestrel. He'd never have remembered that. "Yes, I believe I am. You been working here long?" The staff were certainly varied and lovely.
"About ten cycles. I'm Banks." A huge, square hand was offered to him, his own taken in a firm grip.
A communit beeped and Banks answered, murmuring for a moment before meeting his eyes. "I'm sorry, sir. Kestrel is dealing with an emergency and will be a few moments. Would you like a meal while you wait?"
"I'll tell you in a minute."