Koensayr
It was at just such a bar that a lone woman sat. She sat at a seat at the circular bar in the middle of the room where plenty could see her. She wore a long black dress that contrasted nicely with her hair which seemed to shift from a light-brown to dirty blonde as the lights hit it. She had a solid gold-colored choker around her neck and a matching gold bangle around her wrist. Her dress had a long slit up the side and and an open back, the front narrowing as it rose up her chest to connect with the choker around her neck. All said and done, she was by far the best dressed person in the bar, and this had not gone unnoticed by the bar's regulars.
A drink matching the one she was just about to finish was placed in front of her by the Ithorian bartender. A series of guttural grunts was issued by the large creature, which it's neck-mounted translator converted to basic. "From the guy across the bar." With that said, the Ithorian turned away wiping a glass as he went. He didn't understand human mating rituals, despite the fact that he had seen them performed a million times.
The woman glanced up to view her would-be suitor in his seat across the bar. The man was wearing a pilot's suit with the Koensayr logo on the breast and he waved at her smiling. He wasn't an unattractive character she supposed, though he had that cocky air about him like most pilots did. He was roughly the same height as her and had a relatively slender build. Reaching out to take her new drink, she raised it to her lips and tipped it back, sliding the entire contents neatly down her throat before lowering her head once more. The flyboy had a stunned expression on his face. He clearly had not expected that from such a formal-looking specimen as herself. She raised the empty glass and shook it playfully, smiling at the pilot before nodding to the empty seat next to her. The man shook the surprise from his face and smiled again, standing to down his own drink and make his way around the bar. Perhaps she would have to dress like this more often, things seemed to be going her way with barely any effort.