Spa Day

[Norbaal Fanth]

Cheebas Chub House was one of the best in the business, a huge bathhouse dedicated to rendering pretty much any related service imaginable. To spend an hour at the mercy of one of the many Dor Namethian masseusers in the employe of its owner, was to sup at the heavens bounty - or so the adverts and reviews of this place said. Having arrived at the elegant entrance to the 'Chub House' around fifteen minutes prior, Nor'baal had seen his speeder snake through the cityscape, under the dappled light provided by the cities street lighting with care free ease. Perhaps life was on the up for him, he did not know - but it sure felt that way.

Unlike some of the more lowbrow kind of scum that graced his business, Nor'baal preferred to have an organic driver for his speeder - a LK-3400, chromium addition (after all, who wanted a green speeder when you could have a blue one?). An organic driver just spoke of a certain type of class a droid could never display. He had exited the speeder in his power-chair, making swift his entrance to the Chub House accompanied by his two attendants and retainers, as ever the stoics they always seemed to be.

The Chub House was a glorious manifestation of lightly coloured stone, almost sandlike in its colour, gentle on the eye, and more importantly, soft on the skin. Inside, Nor'baal new, his treatment room would have been set to an almost swamp like humidity, yet, to be on the safe side, he waved to one of his aides "Moisturise me!" he chortled, and within moments was doused in a heady vapour, which seeped into his pores with ease. Inside, his aides found themselves stripped of their weapons, as all newcomers would be - for weapons would not be required for the hedonistic levels of relaxation he was soon to enjoy - and Nor'baal went to his treatment room.

Thick with moisture, the air was so humid, it was like walking through treacle for his aides, or gliding to heaven for him. Listening as his vast stone treatment slab was rolled into position by four slightly nervous looking Gamorreans, who appeared to be wearing shower caps - much to his confusion, Nor'baal was moved onto the slab, belly down, as his lead masseuser, a heavy set Besalisk entered and introduced himself. He listened with little intent, quite use to a team of four Gamorreans and the Besalisk providing his massage due to his regular custom.

"A pleasure to see you again Boss Fanth." the Besalisk lied "Shall we have the perfumes your requested set out?"

Nor'baal nodded "Yes yes. And, I am expecting a guest, Ashlyna is her name. When she arrives, please do have her shown in." the Beaslisk nodded, as several large urns full of swamp water where splashed about the room, lending it a heady aroma of rotting vegatiation.

Perfect.

OOC - This is a PvP and death disabled thread. @Algarus

 

[Ashlyna Talmount]

Ashlyna had never been to a bath house before. To make matters even more confusing, she didn't understand what kind of establishment this was. Was this some sort of resort? Some fancy club? The concept was alien to her. What the hell was a bath house supposed to be? To say she looked out of place was an understatement. Wearing her smuggler attire, flight jacket and utility pants, she clearly stuck out among the more formal or luxuriously clothed individuals in this establishment. She looked around the lobby trying to understand where the hell she was supposed to go. Every time she attempted to stop someone and ask for directions, she was either ignored, received a rather rude stare, or was nagged at in some language she didn't understand. This was the worst bath house she had ever been to. Not to mention she had to leave her weapons on board her shuttle, so now she was basically unarmed in a strange place, alone. Wonderful.

The young woman moved up to what seemed like a receptionist counter and tried to get the attention of one of the staff. It eventually paid off. A rather busty Zeltron turned and eyed her up, before giving the padawan a dubious look. "Yes ma'am, can I help you?" The pink skinned alien asked. It appeared her clothing made her one of the 'undesirables' here. Ashlyna ignored the attitude and leaned forward. "Yes, my name is Ashlyna, I'm supposed to meet a Mr. Fanth here?" She asked, and immediately the woman's demeanor changed. That wasn't a good sign. "Mr. Fanth you say? I'll let him know you're here. You can wait over there if you don't mind. A representative will be with you shortly." The Zeltron gestured to a small corner of the building that seemed uninhabited save for a few chairs and a sofa. "Right, thank you." She said, moving to the designated area. What the hell had she gotten herself into? The padawan hadn't been there long before a Besalisk gentleman came forth to greet her. "Ah, are you perhaps, Ashlyna? Boss Fanth wanted to see you. I can show you the way if you don't mind."

Ashlyna smiled and nodded her head, relieved she was finally getting somewhere now. "Well thank you. I'd appreciate that." Not a moment was wasted as her escort showed her along the way, taking her down a hall and through another passage, each location surrounded and decorated with stone carvings and art that were probably worth more than some star ships. After this short trip, they arrived at a decadent sandstone door, and the Besalisk escort came to a stop. "Boss Fanth is inside, I hope his preferences suit you well." Ashlyna nodded, giving a smile, as she had no clue what the hell the Besalisk was talking about. "Thank you for the aid." She said, before moving to enter the room. She had only cracked the door open slightly when her eyes began to water. The smell of rotten decaying plant life hit her nose and sent her back to flash backs of Nal Hutta. It was a reminder of home she really didn't need, though thankfully not nearly as bad as the gas ball of a planet itself. Coughing as she pushed the door open more, she saw the large slug like creature lounging about on what looked like a massage table. Four Gammorans guarded the room, as the Besalisk moved past her and towards the entity she could only assume was Fanth. "Boss Fanth I assume?" Ashlyna asked, she felt beads of moisture forming on her brow. She would enter the treatment room and shut the door behind her, standing awkwardly being murdered slowly the the smell of decaying plant life.
@Nor'baal

 

[Norbaal Fanth]

The Besalisk had taken a long time in bringing Ashlyna here, and Nor'baal made a mental note to remind the quadrapedal cretin of that fact at a more appropriate time. Barely moving his head as Ash walked in, the Whippomorn cracked open one of his eyes lazily to double check it was her, and grunted by way of a greeting as she appeared to pale at the scent of his perfumes. Clearly, this newcomer had never experiences the luxury of the Chub House before, and by the looks of her, it was easy to see why. He would not pretend as if he pitied her at all, some people just didn't belong in the Galaxies classier places.

His eyes widened a little however as she was assaultedby the heady aroma of his swamp water, to better take in the spectacle. "Begin." Boss Fanth instructed his erstwhile 'help', ignoring the newcomers discomfort and focusing on the task at hand for the timebeing. Indeed, her expression would no doubt grow more shocked when she realised the Gamorreans where not guards, rather they where part of the massage party - how else was one to work out the taughtness in a Whippomorns Diotic Node after all?

"Yes Sir." the Besalisk, whose name tag identified it as being named 'Grob' replied, cracking its multiple knuckles, and beginning to practically kneed the mans shouders. "Mhmmmm." a rumbling noise bubbled up from Nor'baals mouth, and his eyes fluttered closed once more "I am Boss Fanth yes,"he half opened his right eye lazily and locked it on Ash "...but you may call me Nor'baal."

"Just going to move to your right arm sir, the Pnuemonostone requires kneeding."

Nor'baal said nothing to the Besalisk, as one of the Gamorreans waddled up to hold the arm still as Grob got to work. "Have you been to Canto Bight before Ashlyna?" he asked, fully aware of the answer - a solid no - based on how she was reacting to her surroundings, yet, he would be interested in what she would say, and just how she would steer the discussion.

 

[Ashlyna Talmount]

Ashlyna crossed her arms, feeling weirded out watching the large alien receive a massage from....well those things. Nor'baal was it? Well, he seemed.....interesting. "Well, thank you for receiving me, Nor'baal." The smell in this room was just killer though, the padawan was almost certain she'd had to burn her clothes once she left this place. Definitely the worst and first Bath house she had ever visited. He asked her about Canto Bight, and the place struck a cord with Ashlyna. She had only by by it once, but didn't have much to say. Her crew hardly had enough credits to refuel their ship with how trumped up the service fees were. "Yes, I have. Once, a while back. From what I remember, it was rather expensive for a racing circuit. What about it?" She asked, pacing over towards one of the corners the Gamoerran had been. To no one's surprise the aroma grew worse. Wonderful.
@Nor'baal

 

[Norbaal Fanth]

"Your fratual lobe is particularly taught Sir." the Besalisk chimed in, cutting through the somewhat awkward silenced that filled the room over so often. With a grunt, the quadrapedal created commenced smashing down on what onlookers could only assume was Nor'baals 'Lobe' in the center of his back. "You are quite welcome," the Whippomorn replied to Ash as she expressed her joy at being received here of all places "...I am interested to see why you think you can be of use to me, here on Canto Bight of further afield."

Canto was an expensive place, and judging buy her apparel and general demenour, Ash was very much aware of that. No doubt the trumped up charges applied to tourists - or those who appeared as tourists - had already hit her funding hard, and Nor'baal at least, found that somewhat entertaining. "So let me," he let out a loud rumbling groan in responce to the Besalisks work ",do you see anything more than a racing circuit here in Canto?" he asked, eager to find out what she new of the place he called home.

 

[Ashlyna Talmount]

The padwan tilted her head at the question. Was he trying to be obvious, or testing how good her situational awareness was? She assumed it was the second, because there was alot to Canto Blight that the casual observer might miss out on. The smell of the room was making her feel slightly noxious now, so she moved to be closer to the door where the smell wasn't nearly as strong. "Well, there's alot more the Canto Blight. It's a place to meet people, know things, shuffle some papers, rub elbows, etc. It's just a facade to put on for the galactic community at large, just one of several that's open to big business." Ashlyna pushed a lock of hair back behind her ear. She felt like this was some sort of job interview, and it probably was, to see if she was someone that could work for the Whippomorn. He had said as much just now. She kept her eyes averted from the Gamorreans, she hated the filthy pig faced aliens, ever since that day on Nal Hutta she had nothing but contempt for they; but she hid it well. "So, did I pass?" She added with a tone of amusement.
@Nor'baal

 

[Norbaal Fanth]

"You are less dimwitted than most," Nor'baal delivered the half baked compliment with unnerving ease "...for Canto is an excellent place, to do business." he added, with a slight grin - hidden beneath his large array of wrinkles. Indeed, it was business that served as the reason for which he had requested to meet her, after all a lightsaber wielding heavyhander could do things a more conventional one could not. He needed something, a beast of a particularly nasty nature, tracked down, for him to sell to a less conventional client. Whilst he had two people up for it already, a third would go some measure to support them.

"Do you take standard credits, and whats the day rate for someone with a lightsaber to go chopping things for me?" he asked, cutting to the chase with brutal charm, rising up on his stone slab, and waving away the massagers, to better see her reaction.