[D1LA, OPEN] I'm All Ears

[Flession]

"Well...how about we start with another drink and maybe we can see where it is we end up after that...maybe in the quarters on my ship?" Torrid smiles widely at that, signaling Cal to come over, downing the one he had quickly to make room for it. Slamming down the glass, he makes a grunting noise yet another glass of booze goes down into the table. "Barkeep, another!"

[Soren Lom]

Six smiled slyly and leaned in, "So you want to show me what a big man you are... I see. Well I got a room upstairs... If you can prove it to me maybe I'll invite you up."

[Cal Arcton]

Wordlessly, Cal slid another beer across the table to the devaronian. He shot Six a mildly concerned glance, letting her know that he was there if she needed him. But as much as she was a friend, it was fair to say that he didn't quite understand her.

[Flession]

"Oh, I can prove it!" He nodded eagerly, grabbing the fresh drink. "Want me to kick somebody's ass? Cause I'll do that for you." He sipped his beer eagerly at the prospect, his blood pumping thru him and feeling a bit more sober than he was before, although that was clearly a illusion with his body movements, swaying left and right as the few drinks in him started to become apparent. "Want me to kick his ass? I mean...I'll do it just to prove it...might have to go somewhere else, though if I do..." There was a tone of desperation in his voice, a small hint of when the last time this sort of interaction happened with him...

[Soren Lom]

She shook her head and smiled, "A man isn't a big man by the power of his fists... it's by the power of influence he holds. Perhaps I seem shallow by wanting a man with a little bit of... shale we say... an ability to pamper me? But I know what I want. I want someone who can make me feel warm. Feel safe. Who when I lay down with... I know we're not going to be disturbed because I know no one would mess with him. I don't want a thug. I want a real man. Someone people are compelled to respect..."

[Flession]

"Six...let me tell you something, I'm a man who can give you what you're looking for." He looks at her with confidence in his motion. "Just...trust me a little..."

((That's a opening for sure, go ahead and roll me another deception, +1B cause it's been...awhile))

[Soren Lom]

She smiled a suggestive and alluring smile before leaning in to kiss the fit young zabrak. After a few moments of lush and expressed interest she whispered in his ear, "Give me a reason to trust you... to feel warm and comfortable... and I'll take you upstairs and give you a reason to feel real comfortable."

She stood and slowly turned towards the stairs before turning back and saying, "Impress me. Come tell me what a big man you are..."

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D1 Deception Round 2, Bonus for extended forced celibacy.: 4eA+1eB 3 successes, 6 advantage

[Flession]

The young Zabrak looks on at her, his defenses clearly saying that he wants to, but there is just this nagging feeling of what he wants to say will be bad for him should it get out.

"Well ..I can tell you a little..." He smiles now more confident and leans in. "Well...you know the Black Sun? Well, I'm one of the guys who helps bring in the goods. Fool those stupid Sector Rangers every time, and make sure the boss gets what he needs.

"We can talk more...maybe upstairs?"

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Beware of Low Hanging Fruit...: 3eD 1 failure, 3 threat

[Soren Lom]

"It's as simple as you want to make it... It really is." She said with a smile as she began walking up the steps.

[Flession]

"Barkeep! Check!" Torrid stands up quickly, having the alcohol rush to his body and slams his arm on the bar to stabilize him. "Know what, forget it." He slams down 75 credits on the table and follows slopply after Soren. "Yeah..so big man..as I said.." There was a large brim of confidence in him as he swaggered along.

[Soren Lom]

She turned around and started walking up the stairs backwards with tawdry intent, "Big man, huh? What does the big man do then? Come show me."

She would guide him to the room and begin to make him feel comfortable as he explained some of who he was and who he answered to. Her level of interest and passion seeming to escalate with each secret that slipped. If the alcohol ended up knocking him off his feet and easing him into a comfortable rest, then all the better for Six... but she would take it as far as it needed to go without scruples to extract whatever she could from him.

/ftb

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Using the remaining advantage to improve the quality of information provided.