Things were going wonderful for the syrictae mercenary recently. His life had started to become very interesting and rewarding, including his job that tends to be very poor and boring thanks to a certain directorate. But somehow, things were looking up. Besides the occasional encounter with some ADD agents, they turned out to be very good partners to (at least try) satisfy the lust of the mercenary.

If he wasn't disturbed by them, he always found a job when landing on a planet to resupply. People that needed something taken care of, a few politicians that required a discreet operation to be done, and of course, the slavers that asked for shipments, patronage and some disposals of unwanted personnel; they all ended hiring Rahs as if he was being advertised around the galaxy.

He actually believed in his luck so much to even cause the ADD some trouble with its new agents and some officers. That's the reason Rahs is now being looked for... to have a small 'talk' with them. And that's why he is also looking extensively for even more work to do, so he can have an alibi or even the right to blame someone else.

But every now and then, the mercenary also hid from the Directorate when he went to the darkest parts of the galaxy. To the systems near the most feared one, Vanejin VI. He frequents the Slave Pens, getting a lot of satisfaction from girls and it even comes to a discount to him, having helped people there with their jobs.

That's how he came to be in the most exclusive club in the whole place. The Crimson Exiled was a place where only the most important or the Pens' favorites were allowed to enter. Since Rahs was such a good Patron to the business, they gave him entrance to the best club. This was his third time visiting it and thought he could get used to it.

Head of the Slave Pens, Jakvrah himself was in the same club as Rahs, and that was a fact that made him curious to meet him in person. It was too much to ask for the mercenary, but the idea was interesting to him nonetheless. Jakvrah was benefitted indirectly from his works around the place, after all. But with a shrug, Rahs dropped the idea, and decided to visit the cages that held the new girls soon, after he finished getting a job out of a drunk landlord.

As intoxicating as the environment seemed, it did not do much on the large number of aliens inside. Probably because they have been there for a while and got used to it, or maybe they resisted the effect better than a human, but it didn't matter as they were able to see clearly a white-haired beauty walk in. It attracted the attention of everyone (sober enough) that could look at the entrance.

It was not usual at all to see a female human walk in by herself, especially if she wasn't slave and looked more like a client. Naturally, all eyes were on her as she gracefully walked on her 4'' heels. But as she got disoriented by the strong scent of drugs, herbs and vices, the mercenary had his back towards her, and did not notice her presence at first. He was just wrapping up things with his client.

"So you see..." The landlord hiccuped, "if you agree on those terms we will gladly have ourselves a deal and I'll give you half ri-" but he couldn't finish his sentence.

"Excellent... Um, hello? We good?" But Rahs' words fell on deaf ears as the landlord was able to look at Shai resting on the bar. He snapped his fingers in front of his face and was able to wake him up from his trance. "You were saying you'll pay me fifty percent right now and the rest after it's done, right?" he made sure as his client looked lazily at him.

"That's right... But wow, you'll have to excuse me. I must go to my room and then..." Another hiccup, "and then I'll give you the... You know what? Jakvrah is a friend of mine, I'm sure he can pay you. Besides, isn't he supposed to at least thank you for everything you've done?" He added as he rose to his feet and with a slave girl holding his arm he left the club.

A sigh was emitted and a foot rested on the table in front. Rahs couldn't believe the guy. Did he really tell him to ask the Head of the Slave Pens for his payment? Not in a million years... I'm nothing but a bug to people like him, the syrictae thought as he turned his head to his left and barely saw a white trend of hair walking up the stairs that led to the quarters of Jakvrah, and the two bulky aliens guarding it. "But got nothing to lose if I try... Might even get into a fight or two..."

For a while, Rahs sat on the couch where he and his client had discussed his next job thinking whether or not he should go and talk business with Jakvrah. Everything seemed like it was okay to go with him, but it was a sudden increase in status for the mercenary. But he was a Patron after all, even though he didn't make use of it most of the time.

A gaze rested on his mask. It was a pair of slaves inside one of the cages that hanged from the ceiling. Obviously trained and used to please, they eagerly motioned for him to look at the cage but it was futile. He was deep in thought but still knew of the poor girls inside. And with a tilt of his head he made up his mind and stood up.

Hands reached out from the cages and heads turned his way. The aliens around him simply turned to their partners once they knew it was only a syrictae that moved between the chairs but the hands didn't stop trying to grasp him. Some, of course, weren't like the rest. There were girls that just arrived there and weren't used to how everything works, but still were pleasant to the eye.

Slowly, Rahs walked towards the well-guarded stairs that led above and was eyed quickly by the couple of aliens. One moved slightly to stop his advance, but the other quickly nodded at him and let him pass. He did not look at all like a Patron, and did not care to even dress like one. There were some that maybe even didn't dress at all but their faces were more known than the mysterious helmet that concealed his face.

Besides his usual gauntlets and headgear, Rahs only wore the cloak that he tends to wear but tied around his waist and a pair of boots that echoed with every step he took. He quickly reached the VIP room which reeked of smoke and indecent conversations, along with the sweat and breath of the countless girls tied to the floor. In the giant couch there were sitting many other Patrons and persons that were somehow related closely to Jakvrah. Next to him, though, Rahs could see a beautiful human girl that only a few moments ago turned heads in the floor below.

The mercenary felt out of place, but he gained the right to be there so there was really nothing wrong, and that was a thought that did little to ease his anxiety. Since most of the persons there were engaging in their own conversations, Rahs silently sat on the giant couch between a fat alien with pink skin and a much skinnier one. He could see clearly the faces of everyone else in the room, and decided not to talk actively until he felt more comfortable. His body spoke otherwise, though, as he leisurely rested his back on the couch, and put his arms on it as if he was close to the weird aliens beside him. He only stared at everyone, his mind slipping into trivial thoughts.

As soon as he sat comfortably on the couch with his tail pressed slightly between the furniture's material and his body, Rahs couldn't help but notice the conversation the pink alien next to him was having. He turned his head to look at the other participant and it turned out to be that human girl with the white hair and slender figure. As she continued talking, Rahs was able to see her attire and was fooled by the apparent body suit at first.

Finally deciding not to stare, he returned his gaze to the fat pink alien that was receiving the insult of his life. Was Rahs hearing correctly? Not only did she practically slapped him across the face with her cold and direct words that even so glided through the air as if made of velvet, but also tried to prove the superiority of the human race? Someone had to buy this girl a good harem or a life-supply of Hookah to smoke.

Finding himself in a loss of words, the alien stood up flustered and walked away. Rahs could even feel the rage within him as his heavy steps neared the stairs that led to the first floor. Never in his life did Rahs witness such an amusing sight. A human female able to insult with such a delicacy and bearing the proudness of being from Earth? Just who is this woman?

Jakvrah was also amused by this, apparently, as he wrapped his arm around the girl's shoulders and probably praised her for such an impressive demonstration. With a huge grin hidden behind his mask, Rahs turned his head away to look for a slave girl to use. Shai just made his day and now he had something to talk about with the regular crowd in bars in remote planets.

Her enthusiasm attracted everyone's attention except for the mercenary's, as he was still focused in choosing the correct girl for the job. He already dismissed two when apparently he found the one he was looking for. And it was in this moment that the Head of the Slave Pens addressed Rahs.

Just after he said 'VIP', the syrictae turned to look at Jakvrah and was met by his gaze. It was such a subtle way of letting him know that even he was a patron he still started as a poor jack of all trades desperate for money and sex. This did not wash his grin away, though, but actually sent a shiver down his spine. Rahs was fond of these subtle messages that were sent all around the room like arrows.

"Thank you. I dare say I already am enjoying the company, though," He replied as he let the purpose of the slave girl at his feet be known as he lifted his feet and placed one on her back, and then crossed the other leg over the first, resting his boots on the nude skin of the chained blonde.

"Not any more so than I," Rahs said to Miss De'Leon as he lifted a hand in acknowledgement of the gorgeous human. After being introduced to the rest of the patrons, the mercenary turned to Jakvrah and knew sooner or later he would have to talk to him about the money. Seeing another slave girl walk by with a cup of what looked to be like red wine, he quickly took it and said "We should make a toast to the incredible good business the Slave Pens is having recently. All thanks to the amazing work of the people in charge."

Everyone was happy and everyone toasted with their cups held high. Instead of drinking his wine which would force him to remove his helmet, Rahs simply poured the liquid on the slave girl's blonde hair, tainting it a crimson red. Setting the cup aside, the mercenary watched how everyone turned even merrier thanks to the drinking in honor of Jekvrah.

The room became loud with conversations, and with something Rahs clearly perceived as Miss De'Leone's voice. She kept talking and talking with all the patrons, something that the mercenary found unusual but not so much interesting, considering that she was a human girl talking to aliens that made business with slave girls.

Most of the talk she did with them were about politics or prominent candidates for slaves, and so the syrictae remained distant from her, avoiding her, instead searching for a job to do among the drunk Patrons. He had to move, unfortunately, from his place to others, and ended just right beside the charming lady from Earth. With a sigh he admitted defeat in the job hunting when the aliens that weren't fucking a slave girl quickly picked one and took them to their quarters. The ones that already were soon followed this plan as well.

And so in the room only remained Shai, Rahs, and Jakvrah, which was enjoying himself with two girls. Great... Now that he's with those two it's gonna be difficult to interrupt him and bring the topic of my payment up... He thought as he placed his arms on the couch lazily once again. But his thoughts were interrupted by her sweet voice.

Another shiver down his spine when she had to emphasize the 'Sir' and then a sigh followed. Even when sitting on the furniture, he still towered over the pretty girl. It was in that position that Rahs found so-called De'Leone very familiar... "You can call me Rahs, Miss De'Leone. I'm from Syrictova, a planet somewhat distant from here," It's located inside but near the limits of the Directorate's territory, but far from Vanejin VI... There was obviously no reason to bring the ADD up when enjoying the company.
"I worked with Mister Jekvrah and some other patrons here in the past. After being familiar with them and I managed to become a Patron and now I'm able to enjoy this kind of luxury, how about you?" His answer was short and had a tone of indifference, since Rahs was not used to go telling human girls about his life and especially about his works as a mercenary, but was quite interested when he returned the question.

Moving his head slightly up, he glanced at the Head of the Slave Pens still fucking the lights out of the girls with him. A slight sigh and the mercenary's attention was once again with Shai. "Say, have we met before?"

Shai wasn't the only one that looked at the spectacle before them. Though the fact the Head of the Slave Pens himself was doing a pair of slave girls in front of him and a female patron didn't bother him at all, Rahs could tell that having a normal conversation would be possible with the moans and yells of the slaves.

He saw how Jakvrah used electricity to stimulate the hanging breast of one, and this was something that the mercenary related to himself, but didn't find much similarities between him and the boss besides that and the obvious fact both enjoyed having sex with women. Shai's speech were even almost interrupted by the girl that impaled herself on his cock.

Rahs listened carefully as the white-haired girl talked about her beliefs and reasons to believe in a 'why' to the fact of them being where they were. And there she goes again... Talking about the hidden potential in these girls.. Maybe I should try thinking in that too. The mercenary was obviously not one to think about the capabilities of a human girl, but he was not like that with all the women. There had been some that proved being more than something to insert a dick into and many of those had been of his own species too.

That was the reason why Rahs decided to agree in part with her and so as she finished explaining he was nodding slightly and crossed his legs. She answered his second question after taking a look once again at Jakvrah and seemed to be very sure of that. And she soon stood up and made it look like she was going to leave. In that precise moment, the mercenary was able to look at her whole figure carefully.

Eyeing her from head to toes and up again, he was now aware of the stitch in the middle of her apparent body suit, and also of her feminine curves that simply yelled to be put to good use in his mind. Her suit-covered breasts reflected the light coming from the ceiling and her legs seemed endless. As if stunned by her beauty, his eyes lingered on her body before looking back up at her, never showing any kind of emotion even when his actions said otherwise.

As Shai made the suggestion to do like the other patrons, Rahs inclined his body forwards and uncrossed his legs, bringing down the arms to let the elbows rest on his knees. And as he placed his chin on the palm of his hand he started to talk. "If I should pick one from all the women left in this room, I've already made up my mind since the decision is not a tough one."

A soft smile appeared on her face, and that was a weird sight for the mercenary because it was a kind of smile one could make if one enjoys something, which would mean she liked being seen or was a very impressive liar. As she crossed her arms, Rahs' eyes lowered along with hers until realizing the slave girl he used still remained there.

Did she just missed his point or did she reject him as elegantly as she insulted the pink alien from before? This took the syrictae aback as the sarcasm floated through the room and the blonde at the floor blushed with the sarcastic compliment. She even twitched a little and her head turned upwards to face Shai with a look that mixed a 'thank you' with a 'I want you'.

And Rahs remained silent and surprised since Jakvrah had to talk so casually while holding a girl aside just so he could face Shai, who seemed like she was dismissing herself and was gonna leave the Master and the mercenary alone... And that would not be the best situation for him. Indeed a very awkward situation too.

After she offered the slight bow and slapped across Rahs' face with her words once more, she turned to leave, her movements as graceful as ever and simply emanating femininity. "Good luck with that..." he said simply and with a sigh, seeing her body glide towards the door. Fortunately for the mercenary as he had decided to take Shai one way or another, the way in and out of The Crimson Exiled was very linear, and that would give him time to catch up to her.

But since he was alone with Jakvrah, he had to use the opportunity to talk about business. "I just got hired by Tryu Dorseil to help around in his training camp. This wouldn't involve you actually, Boss, but he insisted that it had to be YOU that payed me half the price before departing." Rahs always refers to his clients with really high social status or power like Jakvrah as 'boss' or any other title if they had any. 'Head of the Slave Pens' was just too long for him.

"Of course, if you don't want to be annoyed by someone like him, he and I can always have a little 'talk' so he doesn't get you involved again," he added as the slave girl turned upwards to his crotch when the mercenary put his feet back on the floor. She had moved the cloak aside and was just going to put the thick member in her mouth when Rahs crossed his legs in that same moment in a manner as casual or even more so than Jakvrah's.

The slave girl was took by surprise and took more of his cock than she had planned and since his leg applied pressed on her head, she began choking a bit due the huge member that was being pushed into her throat. "Also... Who exactly is that Miss De'Leone? Have never seen her around here and yet seems familiar..." Rahs asked as he turned his head towards the closed door as if Shai's ghost remained there.