Díleas Nimbus
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The Bound Nautolan was one of Nar Shadda's classier places, or at least, a cut above most of the ramshackle Cantinas that would fall apart from a quick tap of the walls. Díleas came to this place fairly often nowadays, it was a good alternative to the Toasted Twi'lek since the gang, and subsequently it's quality of booze, has begun to decline. The place wasn't so busy that you couldn't move or get a seat, but it was still crowded enough that you could find a decent level of interference for conducting all manner of operations. Díleas herself had mainly come here for the drinks, after all, when you're a barely managing Basadi who constantly toes the line between life, death, destitution and affluence, things tend to be a little hard to deal with some days. She looked away from her private booth in the secluded corner, her gaze falling, entranced, to the enslaved Nautolan in the water tank from whom the Cantina got it's name, swaying and swimming gracefully up and down and all around it's small living space.
It was only recently that she had received word from an interested party that wanted her to look over some artifacts they had in their possession, moreover, they asked for Díleas specifically. It was certainly a strange request to her - she was a no one after all. Simultaneously, this was the first offer she had received regarding her expertise in antiquity, and she was never one to pass on an opportunity to examine something old and rustic, so she was hard pressed to say no to such a tempting proposition. All in all, this had the potential to help her get her foot in the door, and she was not about to let the opportunity drift away, but she was not so stupid as to rush in blind.
She knew nothing about her client, but she could at least control the circumstances of their meeting. She had set the location a day in advance, trying to give as short a timeframe as possible, then it was simply a matter of arranging for some protection nearby, just in case things went sideways (sure, she didn't have money, but there much more carnal ways to secure a man's allegiance). With the clock ticking though, she couldn't deny she was starting to worry a little - barely a minute till the specified time and nothing yet.
She looked down at her outfit with apprehension, frowning a little as she paused to consider things a third time over. Perhaps they had taken her for a stripper and just move past her, assuming she had stiffed them instead of showing - wouldn't be the first time she's gotten that remark.
"Please show up, by the force," She breathed softly, hoping the silent prayer would find it's way to whomever it needed to.
It was only recently that she had received word from an interested party that wanted her to look over some artifacts they had in their possession, moreover, they asked for Díleas specifically. It was certainly a strange request to her - she was a no one after all. Simultaneously, this was the first offer she had received regarding her expertise in antiquity, and she was never one to pass on an opportunity to examine something old and rustic, so she was hard pressed to say no to such a tempting proposition. All in all, this had the potential to help her get her foot in the door, and she was not about to let the opportunity drift away, but she was not so stupid as to rush in blind.
She knew nothing about her client, but she could at least control the circumstances of their meeting. She had set the location a day in advance, trying to give as short a timeframe as possible, then it was simply a matter of arranging for some protection nearby, just in case things went sideways (sure, she didn't have money, but there much more carnal ways to secure a man's allegiance). With the clock ticking though, she couldn't deny she was starting to worry a little - barely a minute till the specified time and nothing yet.
She looked down at her outfit with apprehension, frowning a little as she paused to consider things a third time over. Perhaps they had taken her for a stripper and just move past her, assuming she had stiffed them instead of showing - wouldn't be the first time she's gotten that remark.
"Please show up, by the force," She breathed softly, hoping the silent prayer would find it's way to whomever it needed to.
@Nyxova