“Before you depart, ladies, I wanted to thank you for a lovely evening.”<br/><br/>The dark-haired courtesan - Miko, he recalled - laughed gaily as he kissed her hand. She still smelled of sweat and sex, and he could taste the night’s pleasures on her fingers. “Oh no, Mr. Halfri.  Thank you.”<br/><br/>Bowing gallantly, he kissed the blonde’s hand as well. “And you as well, Ylessia,” he added, taking great care to use her name. Names were important, after all. They built connections and instilled feelings of trust, because<i>everyone’s</i>favorite word was their own name. Besides, as impressively double-jointed as she was, it was worth remembering her name. “I only wish I could tempt you to extend the evening’s contract.”<br/><br/>Both women looked tempted, which he liked to flatter himself was due to more than professional training. “I’m afraid not,” Miko sighed. “We have other obligations, after all.”<br/><br/>After a few more pleasantries they left, meeting the skycab that called at his private landing pad. Well, at<i>Iantho Halfri’s</i>private landing pad, anyway. He wasn’t that absentee gentleman, but his home had been languishing while the banker was offworld on business, and he suspected that he’d more than repaid the use of the man’s identity this past week by enhancing his reputation in society - he would have<i>any number</i>of new friends and admirers now, and an open invitation to the homes and beds of three different high-born ladies of Society.<br/><br/>Scratching his head, he absently wondered what Iantho Halfri actually looked like. Then he shrugged. If the banker<i>didn’t</i>have te good fortune to resemble his guest, why then he’d still have a story he could fine out on for a month or more. He had, after all, been fortunate enough to be impersonated by the Baronet Sevastian tel-Florindel Sergovia Organa-Nahal. It was a brush with greatness!<br/><br/>Savoring the thought, he watched the sunlight dance in the domes and spires of the Coruscant ecumenopolis. Then he turned and headed for the bathroom. Perhaps Alythra would be willing to extend her contract a few more hours?  And if not, then at least he could make himself presentable for his lunch meeting. Six hours from now, Iantho Halfri would be the owner of a brand new luxury yacht.<br/><br/>Yes, he told himself as he opened the bathroom door, this was going to be a<i>good</i>day.