The slaves were separated, males in one room and females in another. The males were scrubbed heavily and then clean shaven to look the part of a well mannered servant. Vargs beared was removed and the rest of his hair shaved off so he wouldn't look the part of a warrior or a savage, as the Lord would see it. Once finihsed cleaning the two were dressed accordingly in black and white garments resembling a servers tuxedo, and then escorted outside the servant chambers to a dinner table where they were joined shortly by the two twi-lek ladies who were a dressed a tiny bit more scantily to look appeasing to the eyes. Food was brought to the table, rather than being asked what they would want, to their surprise it was not slop, but actual meat with a side of greens, although in a smaller portion than a normal person of status might get.
The butlers nodded and then placed a small circular device on the table. "Your duties are as follows, Mr. Filtiarn shall be tending to the current minor guests as entertainment. Mr. Galaar (the zabrak) you shall be tending to the unfinished trays of food and bringing them back to the kitchens for cleaning. Ms. Telia and Ms. Tutom, you two shall go with the instructor who will show up shortly to practice dancing and entertaining for when the true esteemed guests of the Lord show up. Enjoy your dinner." The voice cut out and one of the butlers took back the device and placed it on a silver platter and walked away.
Post by Darth Varúlfur on Aug 19, 2016 6:42:59 GMT
All of them began eating their food in silence. The only thing on their minds was how to break out and return to living freely, but such conversation would obviously be unwise given all of the security and surveillance. They continued eating until their plates were cleared, and awaited further instruction.
A large burly man entered, dressed in tights with a leather coat, "Girls. This way please." The two twi'leks got up and followed the man off to a private practice. Two butlers were not far behind and entered teh room again. One approached Mr. Galaar and motioned for him to follow, as he will be learning to work. The other butler approached Varg and motioned for him to follow and talked along the way, "Alright, Mr. Filtrian, your clothing hides your collar quite nicely, so that will not deter the guests, and the Lord truly hates when his guests are deterred. Your duty will be not so different to mine. You must simply hold a tray straight up without it falling, or if that is too hard for one such as you, hold the tray naval high and present it upwards when a patron wishes something off of it. To lessen the insult of you failing you will be holding the h'ordeuvres, as the drinks would stain the carpet far too much. As your main point is to entertain, if a patron asks for entertainment you must do as they ask, no exception. If the patron is far too outrages you may call me over and I shall decide if they are too intoxicated... now." The butler picked up a tray of deserts and h'ordeuvres, and handed it to Varg. "Get out there, and make the Lord proud of his decision to invest into you. Fair luck, Mr. Filtiarn."
Post by Darth Varúlfur on Aug 30, 2016 3:39:46 GMT
Varg took the tray and raised it a moderate degree. Not too high, but not too low. He stepped out into the leisure area. There were many patrons, some sitting and some standing, all conversing with each other in small groups. They were all conversions that revolved around inflating and measuring egos no doubt. Varg walked around the room, waiting for someone to come take food off the tray. While walking around the room, he began to survey his surroundings. The people, the security, the entrances and exits, anything that may come in handy at some point. He didn't intend on staying long. But he wasn't going to leave without Chorruk and the two Twi'lek girls. So he played his part, for now.
The antiquated conversations throughout the ship were like most conversations between old money and new money. Some questions heard were if the Lord of the ship had a name or if his name was Lord. Another was if he was old or new money, as most haven't heard of anyone named Lord, and some others have, though the name isn't as rich as the look of this one. It was all interesting, but then the communications throughout the ship clicked and a gentle voice spoke through, "Gracious ladies and esteemed gentlemen, the entertainment for tonight will be located in the aft section of the ship. For those who wish to enjoy the complimentary show please escort yourselves towards the aft of the ship. Thank you very much, and have a great evening."
Varg notices a few gentlemen wave their hands at him, as to bring his attention over. Quite possibly to gorge on the food upon the tray.
Vanno could not find anything by listening in to the communications for the day and decided that his time would be better spent wandering the night and perusing the after hours of the blackmarket. His ship flew down and with docking fees payed and granted permission, the ship steered itself to the port. The domed capital was wide awake even during the night, although more exciting with strange folk up and about now. The Echani moved from his ship and left, leaving his guardian, Teddy, aboard to keep everything safe.
The ramp closed behind Vanno as he continued his nightly stroll. There was a pair of starport guards strolling, whom he decided to stop and chat with. Although one didn't seem so chatty and being more cautious, the other was alright with something to change his night shift up.
Vanno decided it would be best to speak Mando'a so they didn't think he was a foreigner, and he succeded as he knew the language very well. He ended up finding out about some events going on, and one part of the starport being rented out for guests of a quite wealthy man. He thought this was the biggest piece of information and thanked the two guards before proceeding onwards to stroll around.
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