Log:Soft open of the Sanctuary

Soft Open of the Sanctuary

Location: Sanctuary of Delight
Participants: Turtugh, Usha, Grokh, Myra Bale, Yoska Lash

The soft opening of the Sanctuary of Delights is a proof of concept rather than a roll out of the grand plans of the Hutt Lord who reigns over the Palace. One of the best DJs in the Galaxy, who happens to owe a favor, has agreed, through the goodness of his heart and the desire to keep it in his chest, to preform for Lord Turtugh.

The Crowned Princess of Entertainment resides high above the dance floor where scantly, and in some cases un, clothed individuals wiggle together to the untis-untish beat of the super dope spins. The Hutt, herself, is shoving a still wiggling creature into her mouth after dipping it in some sort of foul smelling, steamy sauce and washing it down from a huge drink sucked up through a straw.

The drinks, at least for tonight, are on the house.

The drugs, however, are not.

Is Yoska supposed to be working? Is he off work? Is he blurring the lines between work and pleasure? Does Yoyo actually possess any concept of what work is, or does he just vacillate between 'has money' and 'is drunk and out of money'? Hint. That one. It's that one. So anyway here he is being one of the scantily clothed individuals on the dance floor, wearing the usual 30 lbs of unnecessary jewelry but no shirt, body glitter (unclear if his or someone else's), and he's doing a great job tearin' up the dance floor considering how shitfaced he is at present. Boy knows how to twerk. It's alarming, how badly one person can misapply his various talents, every time.

Chink.... chink... chink... chink...

The not so subtle sound of metallic, spider-like, legs driving into the floor as they ferry the large purple Hutt attached to them into the Sanctuary of Delight drift along with the growing tones of music as Lord Grohk makes his entrance into the space. Large eyes scan the sprawl of wiggling bodies with a keen sort of gaze, that certainly spots Yoska twerking it on the dance floor. A fat black tongue coats his lips in a sheen of slime before he grumbles, "Perhaps I should have rethought his cut of the profits." [Language: Basic]

Usha received the invitation on her datapad and she nearly spit out her spiked caf in excitement. Upon arriving through the door she quickly realizes that she's one of the most covered up guests present. Her sunglasses are pull up off her face and before she can reach for one, a green Twi'lek in his skivvies puts one into her mouth and monkey fucks it into life with his own. The Zeltron's jaw drops as she watches the gorgeous creature do his thing. "I'm home. Thank the stars, I'm back in Zeltros."

Quickly, she moves on to the glittery Yoska and beckons him over by displaying a shiny credit chit intended for his undergarments should he come her way. "Yo yo! Yoska!" she yells over to him. "Where's the new Hutt? Is that her?" Usha points to the hungry slug up on the balcony. [Language: Basic]

Said hungry slug is gourging on the delicacies of top chefs who, not at all fearing for their safety and that of their families, have specialized in Huttese cuisine. There are, of course, delights for any and all guests. spice-jelly from Corellia, munch-fungus bread from Ryloth, and one of the few remaining Alderaanian Gorak's from Alderaan was slaughtered several days ago so that the meat could be steamed, buried, and served in slips adorned with an Alderaanian wine sauce.

And oh sweet Force, the drugs and booze.

On stage, a half naked zabrak is doing things with a pole that is not going to be seen in It's a Small World until some time in the twenty fifth century. When she's finished, she starts tapping out lines of glitterstim on her breasts for guests to snort.

BECAUSE WHY NOT

Upon his entry, Grosk is met by a woman who understands the importance of a squats and sit ups, smiling so magestically that her teeth sparkle, "Your Lord Ship, her enormousness extends an invitation to join her on the dias. I have been given to you as your personal concubine and servant as a gesture of welcoming." Holding up in one of her hands, the end of a series of platinum threaded chain for him to take. It is connected to her collar.

Because she's a slave.

There are so many slaves here.

Yoska dances nasty. But so does just about everyone else here, so he's not that far off normal, really. He does hear his name, however, and wakes up just a little, leaving the dance floor to snag one of the free drinks being ferried around. He does not need that. His blood alcohol level is 'more alcohol than blood'. But he knocks it back anyway, and then arrives near Usha with a salutational hip thrust that invites that credit chit to end up in his waistband FO. SHO. "Yah, that's the Lord of Entertainment," he greets. "I dunno how long I've been here. I dunno what day is it exactly. I just want you to know that if I die, I died doing what I love, which is mostly booze and other people. Ya feel me? Right? Aw naaaaaaaw they got hutt-ho's up there. Usha. USHA. USHA SHE JUST GAVE HIM HIS OWN HUTT-HO. I would totally do that I'm not even kidding. I love you Usha."

Not many would brave Rynn butt crack, but Usha is not afraid. The cold chit goes right between his two cheeks as a reward for coming by to her. "So I guess the question of 'how long have you been here' is pointless," she says, but looking up at the mechanical limbed Lord Grohk, her jaw drops again. "I WANT A HUTT-HO!" Taking a long drag, she enviously reaches for not one but THREE shots (since this stuff is free ya know). Each are downed easily one after the other and she takes a log drag of her cigarette as chaser. "Alright come with me, let's go introduce ourselves!" A magenta hand goes to grab the sparkly Ryn by the arm and drag him up the balcony with her.

Getting to the stares flanking the bar is no easy task and not because it was designed to be... though the architect clearly had a particular goal in mind, leading any would be guests past both the stage AND the bar to get anywhere near the Hutt above the latter. Along the way the pair of Usha and Yoska are beset upon by wouldbe suiters whispering prices and promises for those prices in ears. By more alcohol on silvered trays held out invitingly. By a Twi'lek wearing only his collar and the modestest of coverings holding out poppers that nodoubt contain some form of spice or stim.

There's so much to do, all of it designed to distract and amuse, while the Lady roosts. Grinning her huge, horrible grin, at the delightful chaos of it all. She is, of course, taking guests. Some well wishers, others welcomers, but a few requesting audiences that she waves over towards a droid with a disinterested flick of her fatty fingers. Not business, not tonight.

"More wine... my cup is only half full, there is too much left of the night for there to not be full cups in every hand." She gurgles, even growls really, at one of her own Hutt-Hos. Yanking the young human male's chain to drag him closer incase he DIDN'T HEAR HER, she then shoves him towards the stairs. "Next guest!"

It's totally possible that the only reason Yoyo is making it past this gauntlet of distraction, hand held by Beatrice, is because he is in fact so drunk. When whispered to that he could have a good time with a sexy, sexy Twi'lek for 'the right price,' he agrees, "Yah okay how much are you paying me?" before he's distracted by trying to get the credits out of his asscrack, still following Usha, and still trying to get drinks from passing servers. He doesn't have enough hands to do this and end up holding Usha's hand with one hand, the credits with the other hand, and a drink held in his prehensile tail. "She's soooooo magnif... magnetic? Magnified?" No. think. Thinking is way hard. "MAGNIFICENT," Yoyo finally decides, glazed, dilated eyes on the dias. "I think everybody here can totally agree I'm not worthy." [Language: Basic]

Lord Grohk looks to the woman that comes to greet him, his eyes looking her over... and the hutt-ho offering before he rumbles in a a gravelly voice, "Ahhh, finally someone that knows how to accept the finer things in life for what they are. I will extend my gratitude to the Lady of the House personally." Reaching down with a hand that looks like it is bedecked in multiple super-bowl rings, he takes the chain connected to the slave's collar and gives it a tug as his mechanical legs begin to ferry him across and toward the dias. When someone draws too near, a mechanical leg extends to "boot" a dancing patron out of the way with varying degrees of roughness. [Language: Basic]

Thus begins Usha's quest to meet with Lady Turtugh! Cue the adventure music With Ryn in tow, the Zeltron attempts to slip through a crowd of dancers until a tray of glowing yellow shots is shoved in her face. "Ooo okay, I'll have a little bit sure." Of course, a little to her is about four shots in a row, which she downs without a problem and over turns each glass that she consumes. Making sure she's still got Yoska along with her she agrees in awe of the Entertainment Hutt, "Yeah she's pretty amazing ... this is just the soft opening."

The Zeltron continues on her plight, swatting off a few other more bodily delights before another person offers her an hors d'oeuvre with a side of spice. "Ugh, i'm just trying to- fine fine, Yoska do this with me!" Usha tosses some chits on to the tray and subsequently inhales the snack followed by a distinct SNORRTTTT of a fine and smooth red spice. She's determined to reach Turtugh. [Language: Basic]

So it is, so it shall be.

Turtugh guteral, belly shacking laughter echos even down from on high like thunder as the human goes off in search of a server to return with more beverage and food for the Lady of Entertainment. The DJ on stage takes his break and the house band begins to play a more traditional dancing song while one of the primier singers bellows out in her enchanting (because veryone is fucking stoned, drunk, or both) voice.

As far as soft openings go, this is proving quite successful.. and profitable.

Which is has the Lady in a delightful mood to go with her delightful distractions. Chubby fingers carressing the side of a large, ferocious, creatures neck. The beast broken down by years of captivity until little of it's predator instincts remain. Another will shattered. "Lord Grohk!" She bellows, seeing the monsterous Hutt clicking up the stairs upon his metal legs. Waving her other hand to a second, if smaller, set of comfortable pillows upon a slightly raised throne. "Welcome, welcome.. Please, indulge yourself until your every need is met. Mine, is yours tonight."

Yoska manages to knock back the drink he was carrying in his tail, pocket his credits, keep hold of Usha, and tell 3 people what his reasonable hourly rates are. Also available by half-hour or 15 min increments. Yoyo won't judge you bby. So he trails along, lacking a Zeltron liver to cope with all this alcohol, and then there's Snacks, snacks that have DRUGS, and he says, "No but wait we're supposed to be meeting Big Turt!" This is followed immediately by, "YAH OKAY," and he snorts a line with Usha. It's harder for him because his weird Ryn nose has multiple holes in it, but listen, he is a professional. [Language: Basic]

The second set of pillows may be smaller, but that does not stop Lord Grohk from bringing his body over them and allowing the cybernetic legs to lower his belly down upon them. The collared slave on the chain leash earns herself another jerk of the chain, pulling her scantily clad self up and against his big belly, where upon a big paw drops down to pet across her head as if she were a lap dog. "This is quite the opening," he compliments the Lady. "I think that this will be very good for business indeed. Perhaps a joint affair will be in our near future?" His eyes drift out across the gathering press of bodies and eventually find Yoska and Usha, being set upon by vice after vice, temptation after temptation. There is a great belly shaking laugh from the Hutt that rubs his slimy belly across the face of his collared lap slave and he says aside to Turtugh, "Those two poor idiots." [Language: Basic]

"I know...whaddya think we're doing?" Usha says as she lifts her head up from the powder. She sloppily wipes the excess off her nose, leaving streaks upon her hands and face. Her words are beginning to get slurred and her movements more sloppy. They make their way close to Lady Hutt when the traditional song comes up and the Zeltron squeals, "O.M.G. I LOVE THIS /SOOONNNGGG/!" Still holding onto Yoska, she trashes around for a little bit, knocking over one of those collar-only Twi'leks.

"Oh goodness, I'm sooo sorry!" But he pops a blue bill into her mouth mid-apology. And at this point she's on autopilot so she plants a kiss on the Twi'lek's cheek before paying him his due credits. She sees the finish line however, and grabs the Ryn oncemore reaching the foot of the stares until...there it is.

At the top is the MOTHER of all bongs. It's tall. It's got swirly glass. It requires you to get on top of a step stool in order to take a hit of it. She snakes an arm around Yoska's shoulders, yanking him close to point at it. "That ... is so beautiful," her voice quivers. Tears are forming in her eyes. She stumbles up the stairs and hands a big fat credit chit to the leather choker wearing Gamorrean manning it. "Us next pleeaaasseee." [Language: Basic]

And who should be mixed in amongst the throng of guests but a tiny woman with platinum blonde hair, plain clothes, and an enormous smile that almost makes her pinched, shrewish face look pretty? If an overabundance of teeth can be, anyway. It's Myra Bale, gangster and all around sweetheart, peering around with wide green eyes from her tippy-toes and spying Usha and Yoska across the distance. With a profundity of excuses she makes her way through the crowd towards the familiar faces. But as she approaches with glee evident on her face, the little woman totters to a stop as she breaks through the ring of onlookers and sees her dear friend Usha making an utter fool of herself. "Oh dear," she titters quietly, rethinking her decision to tie her identity to these two in front of a new Hutt. [Language: Basic]

The gross Gamorrean is very sweaty and that is ever apparent on his mostly nude body, stubby pig fingers sliding over it tantalizingly inviting would be bongadeers to the plate for a rip worthy of a Hutt party. He snorts and gorgs at Usha until she hands over the credits, then extends the hose out towards her, holding fast to it if she tries to take it. His fingers smell like pickles and pork rinds. Pickled pork rinds dipped in ranch dressing. And they're touching Usha's lips.

"I believe we can work well together, yes." The massive female Hutt, it's that time of the century, turning her attention to the indicated fools pointed out by Yocula Jewz. "They are your's yes? The small one.." Pointing at the Ryn, "He did more glitterstim in a single sitting than I have ever seen before. Do you pay him to hide your stims?" [Language: Huttese]

"YAAAS QUEEN," Yoska responds to Usha, because of course he does, and dances with her because they love this sooooooooong, and because they're off their faces. It isn't the greatest dancing, but it's better than hers, and that's what matters. Half the battle is preventing his tail from getting stepped on. Somehow, he's acquired exponentially more colorful plastic beads than he came in with, and the bracelets (cheap and colorful and of dubious origin like Yoska himself) are slowly filling up the space from wrist to elbows. They're visible as he raises both hands in the air and cheers because YAY, this BONG, and they're BONGADEERS, and this is all fantastic. "WHAT'RE YOU DOIN LATER?" he yells over the music at that sexy Gammorrean, the one that smells like pork rinds, and then on his turn, hits that thing. Riiiiiiiiiip. Were they meeting someone here? Were they going somewhere...? [Language: Basic] "Ahhh, yes, they are mine," Grohk says in a tone of voice that makes it difficult to read whether there is pride or shame, given their current state. "I pay him to move product for me, I hope he's not hiding it from anyone, or up his nose," Grohk says with a narrowing of his eyes toward Yoska, studying the Ryn through a glare. His hand resumes it's petting of the slave tugged against his body, not really paying attention to her as he pets the top of her head and then down across her forehead to slide across her face awkwardly. The woman must have nerves of steel as her nose is buffeted this way and that betwixt fat hutt fingers. "I see that I am going to have to limit his time allowed here... If I don't I fear the poor fool will never find his way out," he comments as Yoska takes a rip on the bong. [Language: Basic]

Like a child, excited to be tall enough for this ride, Usha skitters on top of the step stool patting her hands together to contain her excitement. The Gammorrean leans the bong over so that the Zeltron can put her mouth over it. With something like a mini blow torch, he lights the stem on fire and Usha takes perhaps the longest, deepest rip of her life - inhaling every, last bit of smoke from the tube. Closing her eyes, she holds it in ... holds it in ... holds it ... in until...

"I AM A GOLDEN GOD!" Usha yells to the crowd below, her mouth emitting smoke like a refinery pipestack. They YAWP in excitement back at her. Yep, this one is Grohk's too. Her eyes get squinty and red, and the grin on her face is so wide it's like her dimples are about to explode. She thinks she spots a familiar blonde in the crowd, but she's too fucked up to care. Stumbling back down off the stool, she saunters over to where the two Hutts are congregating and she finally introduces herself. "Lady...Tuggrrrrtttah," she slurrs while taking a clumsy and dramatic bow. "I juzz wanna say...that I /love/ my job. AND I LOOOOOOVEEEE you. And like ... anything you need. Anything! Just lemme know, ya know? Just like...gimme a ring. I mean I know I work for thizz guy." This guy = Grohk. "But likeee ... I'm sure he can like ... loan me out or whatever, right? Right?" [Language: Basic]

Even if the unfortunate woman at the end of Grohk's chain wanted to be offended by the touch of a slimy hand across every inch of her face, one look at Turtugh reminds her that there's a basement to this Amusement park of sin. A basement where stupid beings who don't know their place go to be reminded that there are worse things than being touched by a slimy Angel.

The grotesque Queen of the Sanctuary need not even return the glance. Her laugh, which sounds all manner of jovial to party goers, to the slaves that are everywhere working for her, sounds like 'test my gangster bitch, I'll fuck you up'. "Oh ho ho ho.. It would probably be wise. There is a tendancy towards decadence in the Sanctuary.." Almost positively by design. Her own meaty, ring laden hand carresses the underside of a predator beast that wimpers like a big, broken, kitten like a punch drunk Hutt-Hoe.

Seeing as Myra is, at least for now, without any booze or beverage.. a mostly naked Deveronian woman saunters over with a tray. On one side there's drinks, those are free, and on the other... well... the other has better stuff. All smiles, she holds the platter out towards the gangster invitingly.

The crowd, in recognition of Usa's revelations to her divinity, errupt into unified cheers. She is showered with all manner of affection, the form of which is taken in various implementation designed specifically to further intoxicate. The singer on stage starts repeating the affirmation in her magically, musically enhanced voice; I am a Golden God! I am a Golden God! The crowd echoes, the band starts up, and the DJ rejoins them into a boss beat drop so hard, Nsec is worried they're under attack again.

"Hello small one!" Turtugh greets the intoxicated, rambling zeltron who has finally made it up the stairs to meet her. "Ho ho ho... You are always welcome, at Lord Grohk's disgression of course." Bowing her bulbous head towards the other Lord. [Language: Huttese]

Mincing up onto the the main stage here where all the real action is happening, although to be fair to the crowd there's plenty happening out there as well, is the little blonde known as Myra, her eyes wide with alarm, shock, or just from always being that way. Maybe she's on something too, it seems like everyone in here is. "Ah, there you are, darling," she announces, coming up along next to the Zeltron woman after claiming a drink from the tray with a quick 'thank you, dear,'. "I wondered if you might turn up here, really I did," she says, chattering away at a faster than normal rate even for her. "I'm ever so delighted to see you, it's just wonderful that you're making the rounds to all the Hutts and really it's overdue, really really really it is." The words come gushing out in a torrent, following by a tinkling giggle that spills like falling crystal onto the floor. "Oh, my gracious, what a hit you took from the bong! Bongs-away!" Tossing her head back, she lets out a louder laugh, an unlady-like guffaw that belies her small size, delicate hand slapping Usha's wrist playfully before turning her attention on Yoska. "And you're here with Mister Yoska, isn't that delightful, isn't it just? I've never thought you had the best taste, sweetie, but you really must rethink some of these choices, it just won't do, it certainly won't, heavens no, I mean, look at him, look at his tail, look at his fleas, he's got so frightfully many."

"OH, gracious, I haven't introduced myself, have I?" Tottering forward, a dainty hand waves at a remarkable frequency towards Turtugh. "It is my absolute DELIGHT to make your acquaintance, great one, it really is, oh, you are just terrifically splendrous, don't you think, Usha? Usha, don't you think? I know you do, say you think so," without ever giving the other woman time to do so. "Lord Grohk is here as well. Marvelous, just marvelous, USHA, say it's marvelous!" Nearly manic green eyes turn on Yoska, perhaps hoping he'll do something worthy of being shot again. [Language: Basic]

Yoska Lash never makes it. He never makes it to the dais... he has fallen, Usha! He has fallen into shadow, steered away from the goal at the last moment by a new throng of glittery revelers, into a new tray of enticements, and dancing, and mostly-naked hoes of which he is one. However, he also hasn't noticed his total failure to introduce himself to Big Turt, and also this way he stands a much better chance of not getting shot by Myra. He'll try again to get to the Lord of Entertainment another day, sometime after the devastating hangover involved here clears up. Instead of joining Usha post-rip with the Hutts, Yoyo is being swept away toward the back rooms, one arm around a Bothan and one arm around a Gotal... it's very, very unclear who's going to be paying whom for what, but they'll have a good time, right?

When Myra joins, Usha is so close to zoneing out, she tunes out most of what the woman is saying, and only picks up on the directive. "I do think so Myra. I think it's marvelous ... ," she parrots, in a giddy hazy state. She slips a pill off of a tray and drops credits in exchange. Without asking really, the pill is then dropped into Myra's drink where it fizzes as it dissolves. "Hey, hey Myra. Hey Myra. You'll like this I swear."

Oh! Little One! Usha is touched by the affection in those slimy Hutt words. "Thank youu! Thank you M'lady. And you too M'lord. You're all ... sooo great." And then she actually touched. On the shoulder, by a Falleen wearing pants too tight to possibley be comfortable, but he wears them like sweatpants. And then a Pantoran shows up caressing her arm. And before she knows she's disappeared into a small crowd of bodies and eventually re-emerges lifted up by all of them. Usha's the right level of fucked up to simply just accept this fate. She semi-crowdsurfs her way to a back room all while "I am a Golden God" rings her her eyes while the DJ drops that beat soooo hard. It's likely she'll be spending all of the 40 percent income that she just negotiated with Grohk the other day. [Language: Basic]