Go With the Goon.

"Okay, okay." You throw one arm up, as the other is held firmly in place by the goon's large hand. "Let's go for a walk." You stand up and the man leads you through a steel door in the back of the bar. Of course, it was more like he was pushing you since his hand never left your arm. Behind the door was a long hallway that ended in a doorway with a magenta curtain draped over it. Colored lights flashed from beyond the curtain. You are once again **** to move down the hall until he finally shoves you past the curtain and into the room.

The colored lights seemed to be some kind of party lighting, which is odd considering you're most likely dealing with some hardened gangster. The room was covered with fuzzy carpeting and very unusual seat designs. Seveal naked women of various races and colors lounged about on the carpet, rubbing their tits and purring sensually. It's not hard to peice together why: the room reeks of Creet. The girls must have been smoking it earlier and nothing gets people hallucinatory and horny like a lungfull of Creet.

In the center of the room, sitting on some kind of make-shift throne, was a stout, older male. His long white hair tied back in a ponytail and it contrasted sharply against his tanned skin. He smiles as you enter the room, revealing sharp incisors. His long whiskers sprouted from his cheeks and extended almost a full foot. This, you reason, must be Avahandi.

"Hello Mr. Doe." He said cooly, a thick accent slurring the vowel sounds. "It is an honor to make your aquaintance."

"You're a Seishi." You say, slightly bewildered. His lavender eyes twinkle and you can see the gills on the side of his neck move in and out a little faster. "You don't see many of your kind this far from Belapharon."

"And it has done wonders for business, let me tell you." Avahandi's grin didn't falter for a moment.

"So how is it you know who I am?" You ask, crossing your arms. One of the nude girls is pawing at your pant leg seductively, but you manage to ignore it.

"You've got an amazing ship, Mr. Doe." Avahandi continues, not answering your question. "The Royal Flush, am I right? We don't get nice ships like that here very often."

"You scanned my ship." You realize.

"Indeed. I know a lot about you now, Mr. Doe. And about your two crew members." His grin didn't move, but it did become more sinister. "It can be a bit dangerous to have those kind of acquaintances around here. A lot of locals don't take very well to...artifical humans."

"I hope you didn't go through all this to try black mailing me." You say, trying to keep your cool. "I don't intimidate easily."

"I should think not, considering who your mentor was." Avahandi shook his head. "You misunderstand. I wish to offer you a job."

"A job?" You raise an eyebrow. Avahandi reaches one hand over the side of his seat and stroked the long, blonde hair of one of the women. She sighed and began to finger herself slowly, matching her movements with his.

"Yes. And I think it will benefit both of us. Are you interested, Mr. Doe?"