Disclaimer : Voltron, it's characters and places are WEP Property. However the troublemaker that is Lysette is mine. As well as a few other new characters who are demanding some attention. Thanks to KAEX for the props, and Kathdmd, for which the next scene is for you. *grins* And to WarzonePrez, my wonderful editor and the other great people I met, you know the names have been withheld to protect the guilty. *grins*

Penthouse Suite 1, Frabrere Tower, Dradin Chapter 2

Princess Allura stood staring at her suitcase and frowned. She pulled out a pink jumpsuit and sighed. She then noticed other garments.

"Remind me to not let Nanny near my suitcase again," she muttered.

"Allura," Romelle said as she walked in the door, "I got us spa appointments for the day, and then we got an exclusive tour of the new hotel. However, the first is shopping." Her blue sundress swayed around her knees as she headed over to the bed. She was wearing her new heels that she ordered before leaving. They were blue t-strap, with a chunky heel by someone named Chanel. She wrinkled her nose up at the outfit in Allura's hand. "That's bad. I see I came to take you shopping just in time. We shall have a burning ceremony for that before we leave Dradin." She reached down for her compact to freshen her makeup. "Let's go."

Allura changed into a pair of leggings and an oversized T-shirt and simple flats. She pulled her hair back off her face with a simple black barrette. She looked in the mirror and frowned

"I look like a child," Allura said. They then left the suite and headed to the elevator chatting amongst themselves. A few minutes later, the elevator doors opened to reveal a short curvy woman. Her brown hair was pulled up in a loose knot. She wore a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Her black shoes were sky high stilettos that Romelle wanted for herself. The woman then got off and passed them carting a suitcase behind her.

"Wonder who that was," Allura thought as she looked over at Romelle.

"I don't' know," Romelle replied. "I've never seen her before. I know Manset explained that there are two penthouse suites on this level. We got one, and some big shot got the other."

Marina Carletti-Deville walked past the two woman getting into the elevator. She knew who they were of course, but could not speak to them yet. She had to find out how Lysette was. She knew that coming back here would not be the best. She put her hand print on the door and it swished open. Marina sighed as she saw the shattered glass on the floor, and the empty bottle of Vodka, as well as an ashtray full of cigarettes.

"You know those things will kill you, unless the rest of the Garrison Brass does first," she joked.

"I'm not in the mood for jokes, Marina," Lysette replied. "Say what you want and get the hell out of here."

"Well, aren't we miss sunshine and lollipops this evening," Marina said. "You really do need to quit, Lysette."

"When the Admiral grows a personality, or our father gets the balls to stand up to him," she replied. "I'll quit then." She took a swig from the bottle in her hand. "So, you my babysitter? Is that why you're here?"

"I have orders," Marina said, "and yes to keep you out of trouble. "Although you get into it much better on you own." Lysette had changed into a simple sheath dress. She also paired it with her favorite platform sling back stilettos. Her blonde hair was piled on top of her head in a mess of curls, her makeup once again impeccable. She was headed for the club to look at the books and check up on the girls.

"I've hit a dead end in my quest," Lysette said.

"Maybe that's a good thing," Marina replied. "I mean, nobody will talk about her. I even tried to ask, but I was just brushed off. Even the admiral was tight lipped. Although, I did hear him utter the word 'whore' once."

"Probably," Lysette said. "He doesn't think too well of anybody. He hates me…you know that. If it wasn't for you or father, I would have been thrown out years ago." She turned to walk past Marina to grab her purse. "Gotta go to the club, I'll be back later."

"Lysette," Marina said, "I'm here for you. I always will be." Lysette hugged her.

"I know," she replied. "You are one of the few people who I know I can trust. Later sweetie. Make yourself at home." Marina watched her exit the room with a small, sad smile. She was in pain, and her greatest wish was that Lysette would find the thing that made her happy. They both graduated with honors and both were a hot hand in the cockpit. Lysette especially blew the competition away, even beating the records held by Lance McClain of the Voltron Force. And she had a genius IQ, but it was masked by her movie star looks, a fact nobody could seem to get past. She was too beautiful for her own good.

Lance McClain walked out of the Kit Kat Club with a huge grin on his face. It was all set for Keith's Bachelor Party tomorrow. He hired the entertainment, made sure the alcohol would be plentiful

And who knows, maybe he'd score with one of the dancers he saw.

"I know that look," Sven said, waiting out front. "You gonna turn on the McClain charm, chat her up, give a cheesy pick up line, then she slaps you. Sounds like a typical Lance McClain conversation."

"One of us has got to do it, Viking," Lance replied. "You are off the market thanks to Romelle. I tend to make sure Keith does not come back to the resort sober. Then I will hand him over to Allura to do what she will with him."

"Hunk and Pidge are waiting at the resort for us,"Sven said. "They wanted to check out the arcade and food bar, not in that order. Keith rented a motorcycle and went for a ride. He wanted to do that for a long time now." Sven and Lance turned to head back to the resort, when all of a sudden they stopped. Seductive music wafted out from the open door. They looked up to see a building in front of them. Inside was a stage and on top of it was a voluptuous figure holding nothing but a fan, wearing a g-string and a smile. It read the Burley Q club, for select clientele only.

"What is that place, a brothel?" Sven wondered. Lance grinned

"Paradise, is what I call it," Lance said. "Did you see that woman in there, what a..." Sven smacked him upside the head

"Behave yourself," Sven said. "Don't make me get the hose." He then looked at the poster. "Burlesque show review featuring Jessica Matherson and Whitney Parker and a host of other wonderful ladies." They read on. "Classes are offered by appointment only." Lance grinned evilly.

"I need to speak to Allura and Romelle," he thought, an evil thought forming. Sven grimaced

"When Lance got that look," Sven said, "trouble is sure to follow."