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Every now and then, a girl just wants to get all prettied up. Even if she's a bounty hunter just returned from the hunt, exhausted and even a little battered. Chitsah just wanted to put on a nice dress and go dancing. Of course, that didn't mean she couldn't also show a little skin. Her black dress had a halter neck and no back to speak of. In fact, even the sides were cut away, leaving only a sparse covering over her front while baring her ribs and the tops of her elegant hips. The skirt was more elegant, an asymmetric design fabricated from flowing silk and organza that was cut above the knee on one leg and gracefully draped close to her ankle on the other side. She didn't bother with a necklace. The last thing she needed was the straps of this dress to get tangled in with a chain and chafe at the back of her neck and lekku all evening. Instead, she closed a handsomely crafted armband around her upper right arm, and slipped a half dozen slender bangles onto each wrist. People seemed to eat up this exotic crap, especially on alien women like herself. It was probably because of the traditional akul tooth headdress, and the warpaint-like white markings that were merely a part of her natural pigmentation. And hey, she could scarcely deny that she was a fan of this fashion.
A short while later, she found herself skipping past the line-ups into the Blue Orchid. This nightclub was much nicer and a lot cleaner than most others on Nar Shaddaa. Everyone here was well-dressed and groomed. It was a nightclub where the elite could party without all the common riffraff stinking up the place. And this moon's elite were basically all rich crime lords, pirate kings, and smuggling princes. Kingpins from all over the planet vied and jockeyed for attention here. While they generally had strict rules about who could come in, they rarely took issue with allowing pretty girls enter early in the evening. It helped bolster interest and business, and provided these criminals with incentive to leave the safety of their own domains. Security was tight, of course. No weapons of any kind, no outside substances. The last thing they wanted was to clean up a body at the end of the night.
One shapely red leg stepped in front of the other as the Togruta headed for the dance floor. She gave the illusion of towering over quite a few of the other patrons, what with her own above-average weight at 5'8", but then adding four inches to that with her shoes, and another few inches above that to account for her montrals. But that had rarely discouraged dance partners in the past. The way her slender figure swayed and weaved, like a serpent charmed by a song, often proved far too tantalizing. Chitsah wondered if she'd meet anyone interesting tonight.
A short while later, she found herself skipping past the line-ups into the Blue Orchid. This nightclub was much nicer and a lot cleaner than most others on Nar Shaddaa. Everyone here was well-dressed and groomed. It was a nightclub where the elite could party without all the common riffraff stinking up the place. And this moon's elite were basically all rich crime lords, pirate kings, and smuggling princes. Kingpins from all over the planet vied and jockeyed for attention here. While they generally had strict rules about who could come in, they rarely took issue with allowing pretty girls enter early in the evening. It helped bolster interest and business, and provided these criminals with incentive to leave the safety of their own domains. Security was tight, of course. No weapons of any kind, no outside substances. The last thing they wanted was to clean up a body at the end of the night.
One shapely red leg stepped in front of the other as the Togruta headed for the dance floor. She gave the illusion of towering over quite a few of the other patrons, what with her own above-average weight at 5'8", but then adding four inches to that with her shoes, and another few inches above that to account for her montrals. But that had rarely discouraged dance partners in the past. The way her slender figure swayed and weaved, like a serpent charmed by a song, often proved far too tantalizing. Chitsah wondered if she'd meet anyone interesting tonight.