Linara takes a seat on Arryk's other side, and crosses her knees, which shows off more than a little leg. One of the Djinn glances at her legs and has to drag his eyes back to Arryk's face.
Narain nods. "Very well. Arryk Marys, you are the owner of the brothel known as The Red Rooms, yes?" He asks.
"I am." Arryk replies, nodding.
"Very well. You are looking to expand your business, yes?" Narain asks.
Arryk nods.
Narain holds his hands out to the sides. "Then meet your possible investors, Karill, Larien, and Yarrak, and myself." He says, gesturing to the Eidolon and both Djinns in turn. Arryk nods to each.
"Now.... Sell us your business. What makes it appealing?" Narain asks, tilting his head slightly.
"Well, I offer a wide variety of choices, ranging from dark elves to imps, who are into pretty much every kind of sex imaginable. Anal, vanilla, BDSM; you name it, they'll do it. They're kept well maintained, and we have stringent hygiene measures in place to ensure they're always at their cleanest and healthiest." He says.
The investors bob their heads.
"What... Makes your business special, Arryk? Right now, you sound like pretty much every brothel owner out there." Narain says.
"I was hoping you'd ask." He says with a grin. "We have massage parlours, for those who want a happy ending, as well as those who just want a regular massage. Then we have a jacuzzi for those customers who like having sex in a pool, as well as facilities available for customers who want to be... Well... Dominated by the slaves. We've had a few. We also have a restaurant for when the customers get really hungry, with a professional potion mixer for um... Special needs." He says, winking.
The investors nod more enthusiastically, and Phorsaal notices Narain trying to suppress a grin.
"And how's business?" Narain asks.
"Pretty good. Raking in about... 50,000 Cs a month." Arryk replies.
That earns a few raised eyebrows.
"Very well, Arryk. If you would please leave the room while we make our decisions? I'll call you back when have decided." Narian says.
Arryk nods and stands, taking Phorsaal's and Linara's arms before walking out. "Well? Think I sold them?" He asks, grinning.