Anne Bonny respected Lord Travanix. He was one of the few businessmen in Rhy'din that struck her as both sensible and ruthless. Consequently, the Bonny Corporation and the Lord had conducted a little quiet business from time to time. Now, with the recent death of Lucy the cat-girl (apparently by Travanix' hand) it was a good time to make sure their factions were still friendly.
She walked into the Chainned Inn, making her way to the alcove that was becoming her familiar place to speak to him. "Let Lord Travanix know that Anne Bonny is here to speak to him," she instructed his nearest slave girl. "As always, it concerns business."
Out of deference, she showed up in person. Out of apprehension, she showed up possessing one of her doubles. (She had never been able to find her own pre-vampire DNA to clone herself spare bodies. But she had kept family servants of her neice's bloodline for centuries - just in case - and the best-suited girls were surgically altered to match.) He would probably guess this little subterfuge, particularly because most vampires did not come calling an hour before sunset.
In order to calm her nerves, she mentally reviewed the prior dealings of their two enterprises. She'd sold many of the Corporation's Chinese slave girls - which, frankly, they always had too many of - through Travanix. The Corporation had no reasonable way to sell slaves on Rhy'din, at least not without stepping on the toes of every major slaver on-world. Travanix had already carved out his market and held it.
Then, when they'd launched Club Babylon, Lord Travanix had been a reliable source of pleasure submissives. The bondage suites in Club Babylon were already the talk of the city; they catered mainly to dominants still learning their craft, and Masters who fancied a single night with an exotic girl who was already trained. (It was known that these employees were not for sale, discouraging serious use of them.) And with the tech from Morgan Laboratories, damage could be healed; after extreme abuse left them dead, girls could even be cloned and re-trained.
It was a related matter that brought her here today - or at least gave her an excuse to talk to Travanix as if nothing was wrong. When she was escorted to see him, she had only her usual charming smile for him. "Lord Travanix, a beautiful day... I always enjoy a bit of sun." Then directly to the point: "Club Babylon is seeking to expand its bondage facilities by hiring a skilled dominant. Do you know anyone who might be looking for some part-time work breaking strangers? Believe it or not, a significant number of our guests would pay for the privilege."
Her tone was casual, professional. She did not mention anything about a cat girl. Her attitude in fact endeavored to suggest that there had never been any cat girl, particularly one named Lucy. The girl's existence had been awkward all round - Anne had mainly accepted the "ex-slave" as an employee because she didn't want to tangle with the very useful Faye Valentine. There was also the potentially damaging involvement of Mary in the girl's enslavement. Hopefully now that the girl and her embarassing memories were in the ground, business could return to usual.
She walked into the Chainned Inn, making her way to the alcove that was becoming her familiar place to speak to him. "Let Lord Travanix know that Anne Bonny is here to speak to him," she instructed his nearest slave girl. "As always, it concerns business."
Out of deference, she showed up in person. Out of apprehension, she showed up possessing one of her doubles. (She had never been able to find her own pre-vampire DNA to clone herself spare bodies. But she had kept family servants of her neice's bloodline for centuries - just in case - and the best-suited girls were surgically altered to match.) He would probably guess this little subterfuge, particularly because most vampires did not come calling an hour before sunset.
In order to calm her nerves, she mentally reviewed the prior dealings of their two enterprises. She'd sold many of the Corporation's Chinese slave girls - which, frankly, they always had too many of - through Travanix. The Corporation had no reasonable way to sell slaves on Rhy'din, at least not without stepping on the toes of every major slaver on-world. Travanix had already carved out his market and held it.
Then, when they'd launched Club Babylon, Lord Travanix had been a reliable source of pleasure submissives. The bondage suites in Club Babylon were already the talk of the city; they catered mainly to dominants still learning their craft, and Masters who fancied a single night with an exotic girl who was already trained. (It was known that these employees were not for sale, discouraging serious use of them.) And with the tech from Morgan Laboratories, damage could be healed; after extreme abuse left them dead, girls could even be cloned and re-trained.
It was a related matter that brought her here today - or at least gave her an excuse to talk to Travanix as if nothing was wrong. When she was escorted to see him, she had only her usual charming smile for him. "Lord Travanix, a beautiful day... I always enjoy a bit of sun." Then directly to the point: "Club Babylon is seeking to expand its bondage facilities by hiring a skilled dominant. Do you know anyone who might be looking for some part-time work breaking strangers? Believe it or not, a significant number of our guests would pay for the privilege."
Her tone was casual, professional. She did not mention anything about a cat girl. Her attitude in fact endeavored to suggest that there had never been any cat girl, particularly one named Lucy. The girl's existence had been awkward all round - Anne had mainly accepted the "ex-slave" as an employee because she didn't want to tangle with the very useful Faye Valentine. There was also the potentially damaging involvement of Mary in the girl's enslavement. Hopefully now that the girl and her embarassing memories were in the ground, business could return to usual.