When it was over, Narcissus had his rent on the shuttle all sorted, slipped into a perfumed envelope to be placed in the captain's chair later on. The rest went into a lockbox cunningly hidden in - well, he wouldn't tell you, now would he? This was lucrative work and it paid to be a little paranoid when it came to matters of payment. Clients could go to any unlicensed brothel and drop their cash for a disease ridden sally. Companions cost more but took steps to be worth it.
Narcissus would have to dally on the ship a while longer after Galloway left. It wasn't exactly a discrete service if he accompanied the man to the door half-naked and still smelling of sweat and lust. First, a wash-down for Galloway and then one for Narcissus himself. After the money had changed hands, of course. Once all the little nigglings of the business were done and the client made his way off the ship, Narcissus spent some time fixing his hair, ready for any other clients that might be interested in coming along. When that was done, he picked up the envelope with the captain's cut of the proceeds and headed out into the ship proper again.
He headed over to the captain's cabin and rapped one knuckle delicately against the hull, ready with the envelope. "Genesis, my dear? Are you in there?"