Of Luxury Pets and Chef's Special

An announcer had stepped on stage and was welcoming the audience to this exciting event that 'congealed from your strong wishes'. Nelly and Kabek were walking in a corridor on the second floor, searching for the location of the top dog of this venue. The absolute top wouldn't be here of course, why would they risk their livelihood or potentially just the life part, by taking part in these events. 

The few balconies that were available in the downsized opera, had guards posted on the outside. It was a full house tonight, an all must go night, one where you wished to get rid of everything in fear that business was taking a swing down. And of course, the chance that you were going to get caught with the wrong type of luxury pets at your house. Some were the ones who thought themselves savvy and were there to pick up all the cheap pieces. 

"This is probably the one honey," Kabek said after stopping, turning and pointing. The guards at the door laughed silently and looked at each other, clearly not fans of Kabek's getup. It was potentially their targets room, it was on the other side from the balconies and shouldn't have any view to the opera hall itself. Could be a lounge of some sort, but Nelly didn't recall there being a space large enough for one on this floor. 

"Say I wouldn't be able to meet the boss, there have been some very rude customers, your customers that is, that said some naughty naughty words to my beautiful dog here." Nelly said dabbing a handkerchief to the corner of her eye. The guards just looked at each other and laughed again, this time loudly in her face. 

"The boss aint meet nobody, and especially a nobody who's a nobody." The taller one of them said, walking closer trying to intimidate her. 

"Yeah, what he said. So get the fu…" the other guard piped up, ready to push Nelly, when his lights went out. Nelly had pined him with a punch square in his jaw and he dropped like a sack of potatoes. 

"Wha…" is what the taller guard got out, before he two was clocked in the jaw, with a slower punch, but one that carried as much night-night energy. In unison the two that were still conscious grabbed the ones that weren't, opened the door and dragged them inside. 

The room was completely different from the outside classical architecture and furniture. This was a modern and sleek office space, with large swathes of black glossy surface. The modern looks were topped with a man wearing something fitting to a cult classic movie from yesteryear. Fitting the b-movie villain look to a t. To his side was a burly man with long cat whiskers. The scene that had come to a halt sprung to life when Kabek closed the doors behind Nelly. 

"Welcome to my office, seems like you have some urgent business with me?" the man in the b-villain outfit said, and motioned the guard to hold. The whiskered guard did stop, but only after slowly taking out his gun. 

"Your clothes do fit the role of what I am looking for." Nelly said, approaching slowly, eyes trained on the man behind the desk. Ready for any movement in the corner of her eye, if the guard decided to raise his pistol. 

"Whom do I have the pleasure of meeting?" the man said, motioning again for the guard to hold and giving him a quick glare. Nelly new these types, the type who had gotten so used to pulling the trigger, they didn't think twice if it was an option. 

"The better question is…" Nelly said and lunged, quicker than the guard could react to, grabbing the tie of the villain man. She jerked it hard, slamming the mans head on to the desk. Nelly grabbed the back of his hair and ground his face to the desk surface, giving him a change at a closer look at the wood grain. "Who is hiding behind you, mr Nobody", she said and whispered the last part in his ear. 

The corner of her eyes showed good results too, acceptable ones was closer to the truth. Kabek had disarmed the man, but was embroiled in a brawl, that soon moved to a wild boxing match on the floor. After watching the struggle for four slow seconds, she decided that Kabek would end up winning, it would go to the judge's—but he'd win. 

"You'll regret going after me" the man replied defiantly to Nelly, but didn't struggle under her forceful hold. 

"You asked me to introduce myself, I'm Nelly Arbore," she said and watched with a pleased smile as the blood drained from the man's reddened face. "Even with your reaction I think you have truly forgotten how afraid people like you should be of the Arbore name. Block 21X seems to have forgot what the Arbore's do to people like you." Nelly said and started describing in gruesome detail all the methods Arbore used against those who rose up against the family. 

While listing, she saw the motion die out in the corner of her eye. Without stopping the details from flowing, she turned to watch and saw the whiskered man just give up, and ate one punch from Kabek for it. He groaned and spit out some blood from his mouth. 

"Hey I give up, I'll tell ya everything, do those things only to him please." The Whiskered man capitulated, and Kabek held back his next punch. 

"Stop stop, I'll tell you everything too, I have only been selling. I was forced to do this, I don't find any enjoyment in this." The man Nelly held said, now pushing against her arm trying to free himself.

The door opened behind them and the dancing girl from the glass box entered the room with cautious steps. Her body was sunken in on itself and her eyes didn't raise from the floor. She hadn't noticed anything awry in the room. 

"Sir Begetton, I heard you decided against selling me and wished to use me immediately." A sweet voice said, careful to say all words correct. Her shoulders hunched up and one look could tell she was expecting to get beaten again. 

"Well sir Begetton, it does seem you are invited for a full course meal, with an extra chef's special." Nelly said and slammed the man's head against the desk, till he went limp.