The brothel buisness was a great buisness, but it wasn't as great as it used to be. Also, there were some things that Raven had forgotten about long buried in her past. Things that inclued artifacts, rare art and lots of credits. She sat in her black spinny chair with her long legs up on her desk, smoking a cigarette from a long cigarette holder. There were only a couple of people that knew. One was missing, the other was dead. Died from a ship crash from what she'd heard through the vine. "Oh Kane," she thought to herself. "Last way that I thought you to die you f**cker." She of course said it part in jest, part in a bit of anger.
Then she stood up and began to pace the room where the walls were padded in red velvet and the carpet matched the color. It'd been a long time since she reached out to the Underworld, her family or pretty much anyone. She had no idea where Kaia was and Phoenix, well. He was developing as best he could living near a brothel. Pretty much all the girls adored him though and treated him as if he were their nephew.
One word was popping up in the back of her mind and would not go away though. 'Rach' Raven shook her head, she hadn't seen her half sister in ages and was pretty sure that neither wanted to see the other. But that nagging feeling wouldn't go away, so she walked back to her desk and sat back into her chair. She almost stopped herself, but then picked up the com.
"May I speak with Mistress Sullen please?" "Who is this!? This is her Sister Raven!" As she shook her head of the dumbf**ckery of Rach's staff. Wouldn't she have a list of people that she'd let through the com?
On the other line, finally she heard that small and kind of high pitched voice. "Hello, Raven. What do you want?" Raven just smiled and replied. "Can't I just call my wonderful sister from time to time?"