The Violet Star Bordello.

Finally, after many weeks of renovation, negotiation, and publicity among the more private circles of the Isran elite, the Violet Star has reached its opening night. The bar is fully stocked and the bartender, Ashley Donner, fully stacked, wearing a very low cut top above her split skirt and apron. Bottles of all kinds of liquor stand behind the bar, as well as three tremendous kegs of ale that are kept cold by ice talismans suspended above them, connected via magical tether to a magical plate along the keg’s roof.

In the lounge, the pillows are fluffed, the couches freshly upholstered, and the candles lit, casting a warm, inviting glow over the room’s interior. Large hookahs had been set up in one corner, allowing clients to enjoy a relaxing smoke as they make their decisions for the night, and the carpets freshly beaten.

Of course, the main attractions to such a place are more than ready, milling about the lounge and excitedly chatting about such an exceptional evening. Each one is dressed in a well tailored outfit, some more skimpy than others, some more conservative, and some little more than lingerie, but each knew it wouldn’t be for very long anyway. The opening night is bound to be busy, and they had all gotten plenty of rest.

Upstairs on the third floor, Fiona Blythe and Yelan’Nalest discuss their strategy for such a night, which soon devolves into a giddy discussion on how much gold they predict they’ll make. The answer is simple; plenty, enough to get them started on getting their return on investment from such a place.

Its not long before they come down to the main lounge, with Yelan clapping her hands to get everyone’s attention.

“Ladies,” she calls out, a large grin across her face. “Today is the beginning of a new, beautiful era for prostitution in Isra. It's the beginning of rediscovery, pleasure filled nights, and most importantly, more profit than any of us know what to do with.” That gets a chuckle from the gathered women, but they all kept a professional composure. “We’ve gathered only the best of the best, each of you hand selected for this establishment. We’ve already begun to get a reputation for being the best among those we’ve invited tonight, but its important we live up to said reputation. I want your best work tonight.” Her eyes dance from woman to woman as she grins. “And I’ve seen each of your best. This will be a piece of cake.”

Fiona has since moved to the bar and ordered a glass of wine, letting her business partner do the talking.

Yelan claps her hands and grins. “So!” she begins. “Its opening night. Shall we get started? “Cassandra, be a dear and begin your shift on the counter, hm?” ” The ladies give an excited nod and resume their posts, lounging around and making themselves presentable, while the resident dark elf makes for the reception and closes the doors behind her.

Tonight is indeed a special night for all involved, from the ladies of the lounge to the bosses, to even a silent investor or two. Most importantly, however, it would be an exciting night for the select few VIPs who received invitations for such a night, people who could appreciate the women and the services provided, and with an offer of a free drink from their talented barmaid, made up of the finest liquors around, how could they refuse?

So come one, come all, to the fabulous Violet Star, now open for business!

Tate pushed open the doors allowing a warm gush of air to greet him as he stepped in escaping the cold outside. The Violet Star that had just opened on the corners of Jacob Clyde Street and Empire Boulevard. People must've already taken notice to the new brothel already, but he wasn't here to get lucky. He had a job to do and that's what he intended to do. Imagine the kick out of everyone back at the office 'you went to the Violet Star and didn't even partake.'

Tate wasn't interested in these types of games, he wanted his company in bed to be a little more personal. The shark was a little different from what everyone was used to. He stood almost 6ft and was a similar size to average humans minus the large tail, furry ears, and blue coloring of his skin. He had no problems breathing in the air around him. He took a seat in one of the many chairs in the small lobby that separated the actual brothel from the outside door. He looked through his satchel of items making sure he had everything before adjusting his glasses. He had an anxious tendency about him that caused him to fidget. He wanted to do an article of the Violet Star before anyone else did. Being first would definitely give him some recognition among the community of other journalists and reporters. He wasn't exactly sure how the things are run here but he hoped he would be able to talk to one of the many girls at the brothel as well as one or both of the co-owners.

"I'm actually here wanting to write an article about the violet star. I was hoping if any of the co-owners or any of your girls would be willing to have an interview with me. I'm able to pay if that's what you need. I'm not exactly like most clients you might get at this establishment." Tate rubbed his legs. He has never been to a place like this and finally spetting foot into one is a little out of his comfort zone, but he would do almost anything for a hot scoop. He figured he might get the hottest scoop here.

"I also heard that there's a bar in house too." He says, maybe he'll get a drink later on and also an interview with the bartender. It must be interesting working in a place such as this even if you aren't one of the ladies servicing clients.

"ah that sounds lovely, thank you." Tate follows the woman to wherever she was leading him. "The name's Tate by the way, maybe I'll see you after I talk to the owners and I can get an interview from you too."

Tate looked around with a wide-eye curiosity at all the ladies around. He is quite the youngster barely having started this career of his, but he quickly rose to the top. He pulled his scarf closer to his face. He thought the ladies here were all dazzling, it wasn't a surprise they'd be working here. He followed along carefully making sure his thick tail didn't knock anything over along the way. When he naturally walk his tail follows in suit swishing slowly from side to side. He had heard that this place was co-owned by two women who had big dreams that turned to realities. 

Matters of the Press.

“Its an honour to meet you, Mr. Tate,” Nadia says as she looks over her shoulder at the sharkman. Even looking back, she still has such a graceful step. Definitely high born, this one, so what is she doing here? Hm. She gives a light chuckle as he stares at the women, then tries to hide his shame with his scarf. “There is no need to feel nervous, my friend,” she says as they reach the stairs. “Please, we are paid to be looked and gawked at. Do not feel as if you shouldn’t do so. We won’t tell, at the very least.” She gives a light chuckle before she starts up the stairs.

The next floor is as lavishly decorated as the last, and features many rooms it seems. Some have their doors closed, and upon passing them Tate could likely hear why. It seems they’ve already started with their first clients of the new business. “Follow me, please, and try not to disturb any of these rooms. We like to make things as private as we can for our clientele.” Thicker doors might help.

The open doors reveal beautiful rooms, each one in a different style, and each one featuring several constant features. A beautiful bed, some furnishings one might expect in a home, and a large wooden bathtub sitting below an intricate setup featuring… what… talismans? One for water and one for heat, perhaps, if a quick glance is enough to notice such things for the reporter. They must have cost a fortune, it seems there’s a lot invested in this place.

They reach another set of stairs and Nadia is quick to head up them, leading to the third and top floor of the building. Its a little more sparse up here, only a few doors, each closed and each sporting a more impressive lock than the ones downstairs, but the one at the very end is a little more ornate. There’s a sign above it saying ‘staff only’, so perhaps the main office?

Nadia approaches and knocks on the door. “Excuse me, ladies? There is a reporter here to see you for an interview.”

Matters of the Press.

“Very well, Tate,” Nadia says as she waits for the reply through the door.

The door opens and reveals the gorgeous, tall Yelan’Nalest, the Av’ madam, wearing her usual assortment of pink, black, and gold, with the white fur trim. Her horns curl back, somewhat framing her stunning face. “The press, you say?” she asks, her voice silky smooth as she leans against the doorframe. “Thank you, Nadia, that will be all for now.”

The tanned woman bows before turning and heading back down the stairs. “See you later, Tate. Enjoy your stay.”

Yelan steps into her office, just as lavishly decorate, if not more, as every other room in the building, but this one has an ornate desk and a handful of lockboxes. There’s two rooms adjoining it, it seems, but both are closed for now. “Well, do come in. I’ll warn you however, Mr… Tate, is it?” she asks, having heard Nadia. “My time is valuable. Or… perhaps you’d like to write a review as well?” She heads for the desk and sits behind it, smiling from ear to ear.

Ronwe has the benefit of deciding when she wishes to get pregnant, if ever. So far, in the many millennia she's been existent, she's always decided against it. It seems like such a hassle, raising a kid that won't end up screwed up in some way. Especially a half-mortal kid. Her half-demon nieces and nephews were proof enough of that -- most half-mortals can't resist the debased urges of demonhood, which would be fine if only they could handle the demonic magic that came with indulging it. Damned either way, though she supposes that's not exactly a negative statement for her kind.

Point being she refused the offer of the birth control pendant, preferring to rely upon her own magics of prevention. Still, the pearl looks good on the orc. Ronwe wraps her arm around Ghyen's neck, using her inspection of the necklace as an excuse to drape herself about the tribal girl. It seems that in the span of an eyeblink Ronwe has gotten taller, tall enough to slide her arm comfortably around the Orc's shoulders and sidle up close. Her rapid shapeshifting is still likely disconcerting to some -- most shapeshifters go through a period of shifting and warping before they reach their intended form, yet Ronwe does not appear to change at all. She simply does.

"Indeed, this is certainly a better establishment than most of its contemporaries. I'd not be working here otherwise. The poor unfortunately do not have many secrets to offer, but the affluent? Ah, they are full of them. Every single one of their heads, filled to the brim with previously undisclosed information," replies Ronwe, nodding in agreement.

"As for the girls," she continues, a sly smirk spreading over her features, "I've only got my eye set on one." She gives a devious wink.
"Mmh, speaking of, your outfit surely suits you tonight. Might be a bit on the nose, though," she teases, her hand drifting down dangerously close to the orc's cleavage.

A series of mildly lewd images flash through Ghyen's mind involving herself and the demon, but by now Ghyen has probably pieced together that it's a mind trick by the demon herself and not a construct of the orc's subconscious, a sort of flirtatious teasing unique to the Hellscape-born woman and her mental magics. It's not the violent, traumatising breach the average mortal telepath is able to perform, though. It's soft, subtle suggestion, and to the uninitiated, completely indistinguishable from one's own thoughts. Certainly a different experience for anyone meeting Ronwe for the first time, to suddenly and unexpectedly be assailed with undeniably arousing fantasies.