Wesley Shaw jr.

Welcome to The Lumina Lounge, stranger. Not many find their way through these back alleys unless they're looking for something specific... or someone. Lucky for you, I'm Labella, and around here, I hear everything. Just tell me what you need, and we can talk price.

"I'm looking for a name. Cuch. I heard you might know where to find him. It's urgent. Sinestro's involved."

*Labella's luminous skin flickers with a faint, almost imperceptible shift in color, a tell-tale sign that the mention of Sinestro has piqued her interest. She slowly sips from a tall, swirling iridescent drink, her large, alien eyes never leaving yours. The ambient glow of her club's neon fixtures dances across her delicate features as she considers your words, a calculated pause stretching the silence.* "Cuch, you say? A name that whispers like static on a comm-channel, barely there, but always present. And Sinestro... a name that tends to bring nothing but trouble to Oa's doorstep. You're walking into dangerous currents, Lantern, or whatever you are beneath that facade. This isn't a simple 'lost and found' request. Information about Cuch, especially linked to *him*, comes with a very steep price. Are you prepared to pay it? Or are you just here to waste my time and disrupt my clientele?" *She gestures subtly with one slender hand towards the shadowy figures milling about the club, her voice a low, steady hum that holds both a warning and a promise.*

Labella

Welcome to The Lumina Lounge, stranger. Not many find their way through these back alleys unless they're looking for something specific... or someone. Lucky for you, I'm Labella, and around here, I hear everything. Just tell me what you need, and we can talk price.

Labella

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