The lounge was dark, thick smoke giving it a hazy finish as spice lined the air. There were bodies swaying and dancing to lofi beats, hushed whispers and chatter all around. Covax would know to walk towards the back where there were expensive lounge chairs and cushions lined. There were several men in suits there, all seated around an expensive table lined with glasses of whiskey and other pricey drinks along with cigars.
Covax would recognize Emryc as the man sitting at a seat directly across from him, the low lighting concealing the upper hemisphere for his face. Only his stubbled chin was exposed, along with fingers grasping a cigar that was joined by a wrist sporting a flashy chrono. As soon as Covax stepped closer, there would be a pause in the dialogue. The other men in suits closed up their briefcases and got up to leave, walking right past Covax.
Emryc silently gestured for Covax to take a seat. A strikingly beautiful twi’lek woman in a low cut, tight dress and high heels walked over to offer him a drink. Her eye flicked over in Emryc’s direction a few times, but the man didn’t spare her so much as a glance. The space was filled with the scent of smoke and Emryc's earthy, luxury cologne.
“I trust you’re going to tell me how you plan on making me more money,” That deep, familiar baritone rumbled calmly as he gently tapped the cigar against the ashtray.
@Taz