Solange managed to maintain the air of confident authority she’d set forth despite the telling stare from the other woman. It was a look that Solange was all too familiar with from working in the brothel. She still found herself annoyed by it even after realizing the power that look gave her, but she’d still take that card and tuck it up her sleeve to turn a losing hand into a winner anyway. Solange didn’t break eye contact from Y’vanna until she fumbled her words, and then instantly she looked away. She shifted her interest onto the sailor, both to drive a little spike of jealousy into the other woman’s heart and to get a sense of him. The sailor chuckled; he had clearly caught on too. Solange smiled at him, unable to resist sharing the moment of superiority.

Naturally the word “lucrative” drew both of them back in. She imagined greed was something all of them at that table shared in common. Solange’s shone eyes as bright as the oil lamps they reflected as the woman spoke of the job. She looked away just once to acknowledge the presence of a new arrival and give him a head nod, as if she was giving him permission to join them at [i]her[/i] table. As she listened she idly traced her thumb along the bottom of her lip, her other hand resting over the top of her glass of wine. The thought of an untapped treasure horde was enticing, but there were a few things that concerned Solange. She held them for now and lifted an eyebrow as her latest admirer poured another horn and toppled the empty pitcher upon the table.

[color=orchid][b]“Allow me to take care of that, love,”[/b][/color] said Solange. She rose from her seat—Vargas’s seat—and leaned over the table to grab the pitcher and set it down gently.[color=orchid][b]“Once we have come to terms my partner will provide funding for the ship and I will accompany the crew to represent our interest. Oh, my apologies. We haven’t had the pleasure yet. I’m Solange Belgard, Lord Vargas’s business partner,”[/b][/color] she said to Neh’miah. The more times the lie was repeated the more comfortable it felt. [color=orchid][b]“I believe what you said about being more valuable than any gods to be true,”[/b][/color] said Solange with a smile and a once over. She’d always found value in stroking those with a big ego. Now if only the sailor would reveal himself to her. In due time, she supposed. She glanced through the partition, saw the Vargas was pretty much out of hot air and would have to wrap up shortly, and remained standing. 

[color=orchid][b]“We can burn all of the offerings and say all our prayers, but I rather make our own fortune by relying on talent than hoping for a miracle,”[/b][/color]she said as she began to circle the table, leaving the chair for Vargas as if it had not been touched at all. She paused behind Maréngo. [color=orchid][b]“Now, we have the captain and myself to get us there.”[/b][/color] Solange moved on to the empty chairs, stared at them with a frown, and twisted her hair. [color=orchid][b]“We’d definitely want some more muscle if that other crew pulls together.”[/b][/color] Finally, she walked behind Neh’miah and traced a finger along his shoulder as she stared past him to Y’vanna. [color=orchid][b]“And I have an idea as to what the two of you are capable of doing.”[/b][/color]

[color=orchid][b]“However, before that—!”[/b][/color] Solange twisted around Neh’miah and gingerly slid into the seat opposite the head of the table. That knocked pitcher had given the redhead another theory, and she just couldn’t resist the temptation to toy with it. Solange’s brow darkened as she set her full glass of wine on the stained wood of the table and gently pushed it towards Y’vanna. Her eyes narrowed as she gave the woman a mischievous smile. [color=orchid][b]“Your drink is low, dear. Have mine, it’s untouched."[/b][/color] Her face lightened as she leaned back and glanced between the pair of thieves. [color=orchid][b] “Now, I’d love for either of you to tell me that my hypothesis is correct.”[/b][/color]