Mae has lived a life mostly filled with nothing but good. That life has changed since becoming a pirate and a lot of her decisions that would be good and for good are now more grey and neutral. Being a good and just pirate is not a easy process but it can be done, however, being a pirate that works for the syndicates is impossible to remain just and good. Mae has been finding this out very quickly as the business partners she has been with as of late, are not interested in the just way to do things, only in the way they feel like and do not have moral barriers that they must fight to maintain.
Mae found herself in The Den of Wolves a Pyke Syndicate entertainment center, near the spaceports of the trade world Sleheyron. Not a place you would normally find her in. She liked to drink and socialize and that was of course the best way to find jobs, but a syndicate owned entertainment center was a breeding pit for malice and greed. A place that you would never find anyone of outstanding character or of a clean spirit to attend.
Mae made her way past the brothel with a steady pace on the main floor to the turbo lift that descended to the first level of the basement. She knew that the brothels were just another form of business for the syndicates, but it was not her cup of tea. She believed they were another form of slavery in which she despised. Little did she know and very soon going to realize, that moral barrier would be easier to destroy then she had thought. As soon as she stepped off the lift on the basement floor, she was greeted by the sight of the original reason she had come here, the fighting pit/cage. She had brought a contender for the droid fights to be held very soon. She made her way over to the bar and ordered a drink before slipping into one of the VIP booths near the pit. She had come alone and left her crew with the ship or to make trade in the spaceport. She believed that social and crew needed to be kept separate. Although she loved the sight of some of her crews forms and she would sometimes get stuck admiring them, she knew better then to mix the two.
She sipped her drink, as she watched as the other spectators had arrived. As expected, they were not of the most glorious bunch. Occasionally a scoundrel or two would invite her to join them or try to join her. In each case, she sharply declined. She did not want to make enemies but she also did not want such company. Eventually, the host and manager of the business approached her with two a host of prostitutes in tow. It was his job to make the VIP's and in her case, competitor owner, comfortable.
"Would you like some company?" He asked as he displayed those who had been following him. Mostly a bunch of Twi'lek woman, there were two that stood out to Mae, a 6' Zeltron female with everything opposite of herself. Tall with a big bust was the most noticeable features as Mae was small and petite. The other that stood out was a 8' or 9' Chiss male. He must have been a cross breed with something else as she has never seen one of his race so big. He was also very well formed, stalky in ripping muscles, that Mae bit her lip with a little excitement. She was a sucker for well built men but the main thing she has always been attracted to is a tall male. She looked back at the host and said "I'll take the Chiss and the Zeltron." The host nodded and signaled for the two to join her in the booth. The two knew their trade and immediately began to caress Mae. She put a stop to it just as quick as it had started. She asked them if they would like a drink. They looked at each other and then at her with confusion. Obviously this was not the normal way they are treated. Mae awkwardly tried to make small talk with the two as drinks were brought for them, but they had either been trained or too afraid to share any personal details. Probably forced into the life one way or another, they were most likely sad stories, she thought. He felt guilty to originally asking for their company. She had done it to keep the others from stop trying to invite her to their tables, but now it was just sadness. The Chiss looked from the Zeltron to Mae as if a conversation between them had occurred, and spoke "We appreciate your kindness, mistress, but we are hear for you, not the other way around. Please relax and let us take care of you." he said. With that and Mae in a more dazed state, the Chiss pulled her into his large lap as the Zeltron leaned in and began to kiss her neck as she softly caressed Mae's skin. The Chiss then began to rub Maes shoulders down to her hands and sides, massaging her skin firmly but not roughly. Mae could not help but let go of her resistance and just relax and let this happen.
Mae found herself in The Den of Wolves a Pyke Syndicate entertainment center, near the spaceports of the trade world Sleheyron. Not a place you would normally find her in. She liked to drink and socialize and that was of course the best way to find jobs, but a syndicate owned entertainment center was a breeding pit for malice and greed. A place that you would never find anyone of outstanding character or of a clean spirit to attend.
Mae made her way past the brothel with a steady pace on the main floor to the turbo lift that descended to the first level of the basement. She knew that the brothels were just another form of business for the syndicates, but it was not her cup of tea. She believed they were another form of slavery in which she despised. Little did she know and very soon going to realize, that moral barrier would be easier to destroy then she had thought. As soon as she stepped off the lift on the basement floor, she was greeted by the sight of the original reason she had come here, the fighting pit/cage. She had brought a contender for the droid fights to be held very soon. She made her way over to the bar and ordered a drink before slipping into one of the VIP booths near the pit. She had come alone and left her crew with the ship or to make trade in the spaceport. She believed that social and crew needed to be kept separate. Although she loved the sight of some of her crews forms and she would sometimes get stuck admiring them, she knew better then to mix the two.
She sipped her drink, as she watched as the other spectators had arrived. As expected, they were not of the most glorious bunch. Occasionally a scoundrel or two would invite her to join them or try to join her. In each case, she sharply declined. She did not want to make enemies but she also did not want such company. Eventually, the host and manager of the business approached her with two a host of prostitutes in tow. It was his job to make the VIP's and in her case, competitor owner, comfortable.
"Would you like some company?" He asked as he displayed those who had been following him. Mostly a bunch of Twi'lek woman, there were two that stood out to Mae, a 6' Zeltron female with everything opposite of herself. Tall with a big bust was the most noticeable features as Mae was small and petite. The other that stood out was a 8' or 9' Chiss male. He must have been a cross breed with something else as she has never seen one of his race so big. He was also very well formed, stalky in ripping muscles, that Mae bit her lip with a little excitement. She was a sucker for well built men but the main thing she has always been attracted to is a tall male. She looked back at the host and said "I'll take the Chiss and the Zeltron." The host nodded and signaled for the two to join her in the booth. The two knew their trade and immediately began to caress Mae. She put a stop to it just as quick as it had started. She asked them if they would like a drink. They looked at each other and then at her with confusion. Obviously this was not the normal way they are treated. Mae awkwardly tried to make small talk with the two as drinks were brought for them, but they had either been trained or too afraid to share any personal details. Probably forced into the life one way or another, they were most likely sad stories, she thought. He felt guilty to originally asking for their company. She had done it to keep the others from stop trying to invite her to their tables, but now it was just sadness. The Chiss looked from the Zeltron to Mae as if a conversation between them had occurred, and spoke "We appreciate your kindness, mistress, but we are hear for you, not the other way around. Please relax and let us take care of you." he said. With that and Mae in a more dazed state, the Chiss pulled her into his large lap as the Zeltron leaned in and began to kiss her neck as she softly caressed Mae's skin. The Chiss then began to rub Maes shoulders down to her hands and sides, massaging her skin firmly but not roughly. Mae could not help but let go of her resistance and just relax and let this happen.