[Voco's Mansion.]
"It is good to have you, Mr. Xanor." Voco said with a slimy smile, sitting opposite Sunny across a massive mahogany desk. The mansion was gaudy, smelling faintly of perfume and stale ambition.
"I don't like wasting my time," Sunny said, his expression serious, projecting the air of an impatient, astronomically wealthy man. "I bought a planet, and I needed both helpers and slaves... I want to know if you have more, especially those rare beauties I saw."
'Bought a planet?! He is truly wealthy! I caught a big client today,' Voco thought greedily, his eyes gleaming. He quickly nodded:
"Of course! I know all the houses where you can find slaves, from small-scale operations to interstellar rings. Just tell them Voco sent you." He brought out a thin, encrypted data-scroll and smirked at Sunny.
"You know how this goes, right? Information isn't free." he asked, expecting a negotiation.
