The best boutique shop

JP with REDsword and Skought

The oversized hover transport accommodated both Locke and RED-1. The driver was one of Locke's men but was separated in his own compartment. As they flew along in heavy traffic, Locke decided he would ignore the myriad questions about their destination, and try to get to know the other passenger better. "RED, are you paid for your services?"

The droid chuckled. "I am a droid in some ways a slave to serve the many sentient life out in the galaxy," it replied to the Senator looking at the driver. "I am property, But so far in my existence, I have had good owners. With no memory wipes. It is so degrading getting those. I would think you get a lot of reward for your job." said RED-1.

"I am...well paid." Locke admitted, "Not that I need it." He shook off his thoughts, returning to his original line of questioning. "If you're not paid, then you're not a paying customer...I imagine a number of commercial venues don't take kindly to you taking up space if you're not going to help their bottom line." Locke's logic was, as always, about the bottom line. "I think we're going to have a similar problem when we arrive."

"You are looking at it the wrong way Senator I am a free labor. They don't play me but do give me free repairs and all the power charging I want. Even upgrades if need at no cost to me." replied the droid. RED seems motionless for a moment maybe deep in thought. Its tone is now disappointing sounding. "Am I not to your satisfaction? Am I not performing as needed? Ask the droid not sounding confident.

“You’re doing a fine job.” Locke even admitted, “I wouldn’t have asked you to come otherwise. I haven’t exactly gotten along with droids in the past…” He trailed off not wanting to finish that story. “Anyway, I’m starting to think I painted them all with too broad a brush. You’re a credit to your makers.” With the transport stopped. Two of Locke’s bodyguards began a quick sweep of the area. They explained that while there was no clear and present danger, there were many variables to the area, it was very unknown to them. Locke reassured them not to worry. RED had been given the address, and Locke followed alongside as they passed what appeared to be shuddered shops. Locke knew better. This was all by design. RED stopped at a closed doorway. Locke saw the glint of one-way glass and surmised a camera was mounted on the other side. He held up the calling card. After several moments a voice from a hidden speaker spoke up. “No guards.” “Fine, but the droid comes with me, or I walk.” Locke’s security looked like they were going to have a heart attack, but again Locke reassured them the danger was not from inside. “Proceed.” “After you.” Locke waited for RED to enter the now-open door first.

This was an experience for RED most don't take him to a place like this or he is left outside. There was a Twi’lek just inside the door with a holdout blaster holstered RED stopped and scanned it. The droid looks up at the Twi’lek. "Really?" is all the Droid said and walked past him into the boutique about 4 meters then stopped he looked right then left. "Mr. Fluzhi, it is safe RED-1 did not move just seem to relax its poster some. The luxury boutique spans both curated and vintage designer collections. It hosts a roaming line-up of blockbuster exhibitions and exclusive collections of fashion, jewelry, devices, rare collectibles, books, and many other things. when they enter the, which is the first five to 15 feet of your store. Think of this as a transition space where customers take a broad, sweeping look at the store. Placed directly in this area are the new arrivals or high-demand products. From here customers transition into your store. Most of the nicer things are to the right after entering a space, starting a circulation trail through the store layout Thus, placing their high-demand product or premium promotion in this area ensures it gets seen. This area is known as the power wall and it is both an excellent promotional building space. It strikes an impression.

Locke looked around the store, hoping to see the woman who delivered the entrance card, but she was nowhere to be seen. The selection of items was first class, but he had been to places like this before. “I want to see the owner.” The Twi'lek paused, clearly listening to an earpiece, then replied, “That can be arranged,” he was not afraid to show his sharp teeth as he smiled menacingly. Locke followed to a perfectly imperceptible door, which became perceptible and slid out of the way. The interior room was much darker. “This is more like it.” Locke knew this was where the genuinely exceptional would be kept. “Senator, welcome to my humble establishment.” Locke’s eyes adjusted to the dimness. He knew from the smell before the sight he was dealing with a Hutt. “And your name?” “Khiraarpisch Pix” came the reply, and Pix didn’t have the same bulk as the more wealthy Hutts. “What would you like to buy today?” “What does any man want?” Locke loved to play this verbal game, and his favorite move was to counter a question with a question. “Besides, you knew my blood… I think you know.” “Over here.” Khiraarpisch moved surprisingly quickly to the far wall. After a ten-digit passcode, another compartment appeared from a seamless wall. A door slid back to reveal a brilliantly gleaming chrome lightsaber. “Genuine?” Locke was very doubtful. “Of course, my reputation is at stake, sir.” Pix acted offended. “It has been used in battle, but you should know it is missing it’s magic crystal.” Locke asked, “May I?” “Of course.” Locke picked it up, and it felt different than any replica he’d ever held before. “Why no crystal?” “The Jedi are able to sense them, and they would want it back.” It was perfect, it was exactly the thing Locke wanted, it would impress men and women alike. It had just enough danger and mystique now there was only the matter of price.