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Ash downed the first drink in a couple gulps, then the other. She thumped her chest and gave a thumbs up

“I liked the first one better.”

Her voice was a tad bit hoarse, but overall she seemed fine

"Can get you something soft and cold if you want something for heat. It's got fire to it. Especially the first, that's got more of the whiskey influence in it." She mused, chuckling a little. She was impressed that both had been downed so quickly, and not surprised that the detective was feeling the burn in her throat from it.

"Impressed you're taking it so well, to be honest. That's usually meant to last a good twenty minutes or so. You'll probably feel it bad tomorrow~"

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”So I’ve noticed”

She sighed and reached up to one of her buttons, flicking a button. She sighed, tension visibly releasing from her shoulders

“They have me running all over. I’m exhausted.”

She sat down and leaned against the counter

“Hit me with your strongest drink, I’ll charge it to my boss.”

"Strongest I've got could kill a Gundark, it's not meant for baseline humans, assuming that's what you are. But I've got something in mind. Popular with people who want a good kick to it." She said, getting a different decanter of whiskey and what looked like a light coloured liqueur.

"I'll set up a tab, you can pay it back on that." She said after she'd finished mixing up two glasses. "First one's a 1:1 mix, second one is 1:2, see which one you like more. Called a Rusty Nail, popular with humans I've noticed. Just don't have too many, it's strong stuff."

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”You’re an artisan, this is your craft. Hollow praise would only be more of an insult, wouldn’t it?”

She asked before taking another drag of her cigarette, exhaling it away from the pair

“Besides, I didn’t say I didn’t like it”

"Without knowing much about you, I can't tailor make it. I just made what the other detective types go for when they come by. But that's Imperial taste, you guys clearly have your own." She mused with a shrug.

"So what do you want exactly, detective? You've asked me questions, seemed disappointed with my answers. Asked for a free drink, disappointed by that. You want anything else? If you're wanting to snoop on Imperial business, you're in the wrong place. I hear gossip, I deal with all sorts. But I don't have any insider knowledge."

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She paused, eyes wide. That worked? Huh…Guess she’s more persuasive than she gives herself credit for. Regardless, she gave Lorna a nod of appreciation, stone-like aura returning. She sipped the drink and shrugged

“I’ve had better, but I’ve also had worse. Six out of ten.”

Lorna half huffed, half chuckled at that remark, shaking her head a little. "You're not much of a people person are ya? Get offered a free drink and you insult the quality. No wonder you SCP are struggling to fit in here." She remarked, folding her arms.

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”Hm…Surely you can make an exception for a guest? I’m afraid I have no Credits, and I’m very thirsty. You won’t deprive me of a drink, will you? Your choice”

As much as she wanted to see what lied beneath that bar, she knew her charm was…well, it wasn’t great. So she figured she’d take a safer route and try to get a free drink.

"Depends what you're thirsty for, hun~ Let's have a think..." She tapped her chin in thought, then began to rummage around in the cabinet beneath her, bottles clinking around. She rose back up and began to mix up a drink for her. After a few moments, she presented a tumbler glass with a golden liquid inside, giving off a mixture of scents of a well aged whiskey and a dash of citrus. Judging by the light bubbling, it had been watered down a tad with some sort of mixer.

"Try that on for size, detective. Don't worry, it's nothing too strong, just enough to give you a little buzz. On the house."

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”No.”

She was most definitely interested, her “no” coming out a little too quick, a little too hollow. Though she also didn’t have any Credits

“The view I have now is fine”

Flattery, from such a flat tone? How strange!

"That was a very swift no there, hun~ I've been at this a long time, don't think you're unreadable because I can't see your face~" She teased playfully, leaning a tad closer.

"Well, detective. What else can I do for ya?~ Got any more questions? Anything else you might want?~" She was certainly trying to make this detective feel something~

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Ash nodded, taking another drag from her cigarette. She looked around the bar and her calculating eyes locked on a tip jar— wait…

“…Hip Jar?”

"Yep. Used to be just a regular tip jar, but people started taking a liking to my home grown merchandise~ Living here and hanging round Astrid has an impact~ Don't show it off for free though, gal's gotta make a little extra on the side~" The Mirilian smirked a little. Thanks to the deliberate design of the bar, people could only see her top half, unless they were *really* tall.

"You interested? I got a price list right here~" Said list read:

10 Credits: Quick peak

50 Credits: 360 view

100 Credits: Shake the hips

500 Credits: One squeeze

750 Credits: Slap each cheek once

1000 Credits: Private viewing in the back.

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”Hm.”

She didn’t outwardly express it but she was a bit disappointed by the response, hoping she’d glean a little more than just that they were close, she knew that already. Regardless, she changed the subject

“…I’ll be blunt, Ms. De’veer. Who is this IIS?”

Her gaze suddenly hardened. Though cloaked in shade, Lorna could feel its intensity

They were close, but Lorna could tell that Astrid's past wasn't something she relished in talking about, so she didn't make her. She'd heard tidbits from her, but nothing substantial enough to bring up to a nosey detective.

"That's the Imperial Intelligence Service. Shady bunch, they're the spies and analysts of the Empire. Don't know much about how they work, but their agents are apparently everywhere, could be anyone. Hell, I've probably served them here for all I know. Plenty of code phrases and hand gestures, all the usual spy crap."

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Instead of a verbal rejection, Ash produced a small pack of cigarettes, the packs only notable feature being a strip of duct tape with “E.A.” written on it in sharpie, and shook it gently before pulling out a stick. The colored part on the end was a silver gray, matching her eyes, marking them as hers. She also used her own lighter. The smoke produced seemed…was it glittering? If you looked at it the right way, with the right angle of light, it looked like it sparkled. Odd.

“I see. And how did the Empress rise to power?”

"Fancy stuff you've got there huh. Matches your whole silver and grey thing you've got going on, I like it." Lorna mused as she tidied her stuff away.

"You'd be better off asking Astrid herself, hun. I only know the basics that she fought from the bottom of the pecking order. Started working her way up until she reached the top. That's all I really know, I don't pry into her past. Everyone's got one, everyone's entitled to keep it to themselves if they wanna. You can see it in her eyes when you're alone, being candid with her. She's been through a lot, whatever it was." She explained. She didn't know the intricate details of Astrid's rise, only that it happened. They were close, but Lorna didn't pry like that.

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”Just a cigarette and questions, if you don’t mind.”

She stood before the counter, electing to stand rather than sit. Her silver eyes looked Lorna up and down, as if cataloguing each feature in a mental notebook.

“So, Lorna. I’m curious. How long have you been working here?”

Lorna produced a ciagarra from a small packet out of her top pocket, offering it to her and holding an old flip lighter in the other.

"Prefer the old school lighters myself. The real flame gives it a different taste to the digital heaters." She said as she set the lighter down.

"You're askin' about me are ya? Shaking me down for clues, what gossip has the old lady at the bar heard? I've been here for about Twenty or so years now. Pretty much as long as that beautiful mountain of blubber has been our Empress. It was Astrid who set this place up for me after we met on Nar Shaddaa." She explained with a chuckle. She was older than Astrid by a good few years, it showed in her face and her experience.

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Stepping into Lorna’s bar was a new, but not unexpected face, belonging to one “Agent E”, as she introduced herself, though she let Astrid call her El, one of the agents from that “SCP Foundation” that Astrid mentioned. While there have been diplomats and emissaries before, El was the first of her kind. Not a diplomat, nobody from administration, just an agent. She stepped toward the bar, hands in her pockets

“Lorna, right?”

The Mirilian bartender was currently cleaning the bar with a rag, her lower body hidden by the height of it. She looked up at the woman who addressed her, smirking slightly and flicking the rag over her shoulder.

"You've found me. A detective type coming into a bar late at night while the bartender's cleaning up? Kinda cliché don't you think, hun?~" She smirked and leaned on the bar with her arms stretched out slightly.

"You gonna order a double whiskey, light an expensive ciagarra and ask me questions?" She teased lightly, gesturing to a chair at the bar for the guest to have a seat.

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”I think…we’re both way too clothed for that…care to fix that?~”

She winked playfully, plopping down in her hover chair, leaning into Lorna. Seems the strip was quickly forgotten from just how much attention her overstuffed gut took

"We can always go in the back if you wanna have a little fun, hun~" Lorna smirked and began to lovingly kiss Shizuka's beck while she massaged that overstuffed tummy. The Mirilian's gargantuan thighs provided a perfect seat for the tubby human, wide enough to fit two of her~

"That helping? Easing up that tension in there?" She purred softly, kneading her belly in all the right places.

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”Guh…”

Shizuka slowly waddled into Lorna’s bar, holding her churning belly as she fwhumped her dumptruck ass into a booth

“Astrid…is relentless…”

"I did warn ya, hun~ Big girl's got a ravenous appetite for being fed and doing the feeding herself. You're lucky you can walk~"

Lorna waddled over and kissed Shizuka's hair softly, pulling her custom hover chair over so she could sit next to her.

"Need some belly rubs?~" She asked.

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”That’s my girl~”

Shizuka, in true Joestar fashion, couldn’t hold herself back and yanked Astrid into a long, passionate kiss, arms wrapped around her and hands gripping handfuls of fat tightly. She held it for a solid few minutes and barely let the poor blob breathe before beginning to force more and more cake into her maw

This was just how Astrid loved to be stuffed. Plenty of raw passion and affection, then relentlessly crammed full of rich, decadent foods. Paradise for a glutton for love and food like she was. Fortunately for Shizuka, Astrid was very practised with such kissing, easily able to keep up and then go straight into gorging again!

The pile of cakes steadily went down, getting closer and closer to the final percentage where it would be her turn to stuff~

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Evvvvveryone looks rail thin next to the Empress

"I can't deny that, you are correct~ When you reach my glorious size, few can compare. At the moment, only my beloved Alena is larger than me. I hope one day, little Amelia will be too~"

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Astrid! Better check on Amelia, she’s looking a few hundred thousand pounds cuter for your birthday~

"What a beautiful present! My little girl finally outgrowing her mother! Thank you, anon~" Astrid smiled happily as she saw the camera feed of her little blobby Princess.

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”Tell you what, eat about 80% of all the cakes you got, and I’ll let you feed me the rest. Does that please my enormous empress?~”

"It certainly does, my darling~ You look practically rail thin next to me, we can't have that for such a lovely lady~" Astrid said before another two slices were crammed into her maw, grinning as she practically inhaled them. She really was an embodiment of gluttony~