A table, turned

Niome Takan was showered, and again groomed. Her hair was styled again in a rudimentary cut, chin length. Apparently it looked good on her. Accented her face maybe? It was all beyond her. Dolled up, she was lead through the labyrinthine palace once more. The room where they arrived was filled with booths behind curtains. It seemed lifeless. Smokey air was lit dimly through a few dirty lamps, creating tiny godrays in the otherwise pitch black room. Niome was used to seeing in the dark at this point, she could see quite clearly. The room smelled like ****, and spent spice. It looked like a corner of a cantina where you might play cards, but this place lacked the usual furnishings.

In stead of a booth, and table, there was a wooden carved beast that stood on four legs. It was fitted with metal hardware, rings, and various bolts about the thing. The walls had plenty of points to affix things to as well. She took in the scene, discomfort growing. The Weequay shut the curtain behind her. He whispered in her ear, "You're going to bend yourself over this table for me, or I'll have my boys do it for you. I imagine you are much more gentle, so get comfortable, and this will be made easier for you."