The bar had never been busier. And a good thing too - profits from last quarter had come in and the results were not nearly to Quarks liking. If he continued to take losses like this they'd fling him from the highest spire on the Tower of Commerce before the year was out. Which is precisely why the elusive Ferengi had started to develop an 'alternative revenue stream' that wasn't exactly legal...or moral...or safe... But the rules of acquisition clearly state Opportunity Plus Instinct Equals Profit and all of his considerably prescient instincts had told him this bubbly hoo-mon station was choked full of secret perverts.

One such pervert had arranged for a very special rendezvous and Quark intended to deliver. Where they kept coming up with the latinum was anybody’s guess but this customer had routinely paid an exuberant price for special orders. Not to mention, it never hurt to have dirt on your neighbors and coworkers…

Quark finished pouring the drink and held a finger up at Morn before the regular could go into another long winded story. "Not now!" he snapped, turning on a heel. "I swear, Morn, I don't know where you find time to breath."

The gold in his eyes flecked as he scanned the spinning wheels and brightly colored lights until the chosen employee was in his field of vision.

"Leeta, I'd like to see you in the back, please." Quark called, making sure Rom was nowhere in sight before dipping behind the curtain and curling a finger, expecting her to follow.

When his bimbo of a sister-in-law finally crossed through the beaded curtain, she found him with arms folded and looking annoyed, as usual. Nothing was ever good enough, no reply ever fast enough, for the demanding Ferengi bartender, it seemed.

"Today's a special." He said muttering under his breath as he opened a cabinet. Quark never even asked when one of the “Latinum Package Club” came in. Giving employees a choice was like giving a Klingon a hug. That is to say, it was almost never safe and always unnecessary.

He drew out an outfit on a hanger - well I suppose you could call it an outfit but it certainly left little to the imagination. The whole ensemble consisted of a high-waisted thong, outrageous platform heels, a pair of self-sticking pasties and, to wear over it all, a see through mesh top. To make matters worse, they were all odd shakes of pink and purple.

Quark thrust the outfit forward, glaring.

"Holodeck 12. And Leeta..." He reached out and took her by the arm. Not hard enough to hurt but still firmly, he gave it a squeeze. "Whatever you do, do NOT make them mad, do you understand? You’re reserved for four hours and if this goes poorly we're all done for. Now, get to work!”

Welcome to the bottom! The above scenario can be where the prompt begins or it can just be an example of the kind of scene I'm hungry for today. The main thing (well, aside from your writing) that I am focused on is actually knowing the DS9 universe a fair amount. I get happily lost in the details and I'm a huge fan of this world!

As far as pairings, I'm happy to play either gender but I'm feeling dominant and hoping the opposite be a woman today.

Limits: Blood, scat, gore, bathroom, feet, non-con, vomit, snuff, vore, etc.

Kinks: D/s, humiliation, light bondage, dub-con... I have a few past prompts that might give you a good idea of where I'm at for most things. Just ask if you aren't sure!

Ideally, I'd like quick, middle sized replies today. Something like 3 paragraphs of 3-5 sentences each. Looking forward to writing with you!