Time was a finite gift for a woman like Inara who used it to mostly build connections, spend time with clients and pile on the credits as if her life depended on it. As much as she enjoyed her free time outside of work, it was often limited to practicing her skills, honing her craft for her clients. That was the intense training she had received since she was somewhere between a child and a young woman— but even the most intense of monks took a break or two. It was good for the soul, or at least that was the excuse she used on her single free day on Bellerophon. She was a permanent guest to this particular planet, coming and going to visit a specific client whose tastes ran high and pleasures ran low. She was an extraordinary woman, the kind that drew Inara in so easily and she was a rare exception to some of the clients she had. This particular client held no jealousy or possessive tendencies towards Inara, granting her permission to invite her 'friend' [a rouse, a false name given to protect his identity].
When the day came and Cassian informed her he was near, she made sure to secure the best table she could at this particular restaurant. She was already seated there, a long red dress clinging tightly to her figure, a long shawl around her shoulders and the usual traditional jewelry she often wore around her delicate neck. With a soft smile, she rose up to greet the man— a silent whisper in her mind that she was genuinely glad he showed up and was alive.
"I have to say, I was almost expecting you to bail on me. Glad to see you made it in one piece, please—", she said after gently embracing him and pulling from him to guide her hand towards his seat. "Have a seat, shall we order a cocktail and get the stories rolling? I'm ever so curious."
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Time was a finite gift for a woman like Inara who used it to mostly build connections, spend time with clients and pile on the credits as if her life depended on it. As much as she enjoyed her free time outside of work, it was often limited to practicing her skills, honing her craft for her clients. That was the intense training she had received since she was somewhere between a child and a young woman— but even the most intense of monks took a break or two. It was good for the soul, or at least that was the excuse she used on her single free day on Bellerophon. She was a permanent guest to this particular planet, coming and going to visit a specific client whose tastes ran high and pleasures ran low. She was an extraordinary woman, the kind that drew Inara in so easily and she was a rare exception to some of the clients she had. This particular client held no jealousy or possessive tendencies towards Inara, granting her permission to invite her 'friend' [a rouse, a false name given to protect his identity].
When the day came and Cassian informed her he was near, she made sure to secure the best table she could at this particular restaurant. She was already seated there, a long red dress clinging tightly to her figure, a long shawl around her shoulders and the usual traditional jewelry she often wore around her delicate neck. With a soft smile, she rose up to greet the man— a silent whisper in her mind that she was genuinely glad he showed up and was alive.
"I have to say, I was almost expecting you to bail on me. Glad to see you made it in one piece, please—", she said after gently embracing him and pulling from him to guide her hand towards his seat. "Have a seat, shall we order a cocktail and get the stories rolling? I'm ever so curious."