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Mistress of Pain Nightclub, Coruscant, Local Time: 2357
Coruscant wasn't an usual place for any Sith to be welcomed, and much discretion was maintained as Roman made necessary travel arrangements for this trip. His goal however was only a singular establishment with a somewhat, skeptical reputation. Several of his minions entered as normal dressed customers, entertaining themselves at the bar area while the others ventured even deeper into the underground lairs to gain a taste of the betting stakes that occurred in the Blood Pit. The champion himself was donned in his formal battle armor, pair of crimson orbs glancing through the face helm as he stood in an VIP observation deck by himself. Arms folded across his chest as he gazed upon the duo of slaves about to begin their combat.
One was a Zabrak, the other a Pantoran. Both of which seemed to harbor some degree of mild force sensitivity, perhaps they had been captured at young age by slavers or maybe even they were Jedi failures who could not harness the moral aptitude to become a warrior of light. Thinking momentarily, Roman wondered what a waste it was for several acolytes to be killed during their typical Korriban trials. Perhaps those who failed could provide some servitude before they perished..
"1000 Credits on the Zabrak.." Roman whispered into his comlink, instructing his underlings to place the appropriate bets. Behind him, were two bottles of high end liquor casted in two buckets of Ice. Surrounding them were several chasers. Roman had also requested the company of two Twi'Lek dancers, both of which were clad in black and purple lingerie, selected by the Champion himself. The women did utter any words, but, simply glanced at the Sith while sipping their drinks.
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