From: SAAVIK              
To: ALL                 
Subject: Korelyan       
Date & Time: 03/31/91 21:05:00
Message Number 14521

"You're welcome, Love." Tampa whispers in my ear as she hugs me from 
behind. I pull up my leather leggings and smile, turning to kiss her 
briefly. 
"I'll see you downstairs, Babe." I smile into her soft almond shaped
eyes and marvel at how much she resembles her canine like mother. 
I pause at the mirror and pick up a brush using my tail. Combing my long
white hair, I watch her getting dressed out of the corner of my eye. 
After pulling my hair back into it's usual pony tail, I survey my own 
reflection. If not for my tail and hint of a muzzle, I would look just 
like my human father. Same build, tall and strong, same eyes, dark and 
latin. And like my father, I have gone prematurely grey at 30. 
I drift back a moment to think about my father, only three islands away,
and wonder when he will make his monthly visit to collect his part of 
the profits from the Den of Decadence. It seems only yestarday that we 
built this place, a port of call for all the travelers on the seas to 
pause for refreshment. 
It has turned out to be quite a profitable venture but I sink almost 
every dime back into it for improvements. Security is my next goal. Too 
many pirates coming and going. Although I welcome them because they do 
spend freely, they bring with them pent up hostilities from many months 
at sea, not to mention the Bounty Hunters. 
I button my shirt and with one last wink at Tampa, I walk out and 
descend down the stairs. 
 
It's still early and no one else is up on this side, yet. No wonder, it 
was a wild night at the Den with three shiploads of sailors arriving. 
Robert and Shandra had to toss half of them out for brawling. 
 
I absently straighten the curtain that separates the "Member's club" 
from the Main bar and slip through into the main foyer. Robert and 
Shandra are already on duty. I nod to both of them then walk through the
archway to the main bar.