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Nar Shaddaa was a paradise, or at least it was for a specific type of people. In the Red Hutt District the music poured out of innumerable clubs, filling the street with an odd cacophony of deep base drops coupled with shrill alien languages, all under the glimmering neon lights that lined the street.
It might be intimidating to some, but it wasn't intimidating to Kholvar Varaxes. This place was his home as much as anywhere else and by the gods, he did love it. If there was something you wanted, you could find it on Nar Shaddaa. If there was something you needed, well, you should probably look for it anywhere else but Nar Shaddaa. Sharks could smell blood and someone who was desperate for something was simply chum in the waters here.
But today wasn't the day for work. Today was a day to kick back, relax, and take a night off. Inside of a club music pumped loudly, drinks clanked together, and drugs were being imbibed in pretty much any physical way possible. In essence, it was a typical night for the patrons of the Moist Miraluka.
Kholvar himself stood leaning with his immense bulk on the bar, holding a large glass of dark amber liquid, a thick cigar hanging from his lips. With each puff a massive cloud of smoke wafted around him, Kholvar's massive lungs able to draw in much more smoke than your average person. Luckily he was also much taller than your average person, so he didn't particularly disturb anyone around him. Not that we he would have cared if he was, though.
Some new dancers had come up onto the stage at the head of the club, scantily clad ladies from a multitude of races. Kholvar himself was fond of the Twi'leks, but there was a flavor for everyone at the Moist Miraluka.
Sipping at his drink and smoking his cigar, Kholvar smiled. Hopefully this place was about to get really interesting.
It might be intimidating to some, but it wasn't intimidating to Kholvar Varaxes. This place was his home as much as anywhere else and by the gods, he did love it. If there was something you wanted, you could find it on Nar Shaddaa. If there was something you needed, well, you should probably look for it anywhere else but Nar Shaddaa. Sharks could smell blood and someone who was desperate for something was simply chum in the waters here.
But today wasn't the day for work. Today was a day to kick back, relax, and take a night off. Inside of a club music pumped loudly, drinks clanked together, and drugs were being imbibed in pretty much any physical way possible. In essence, it was a typical night for the patrons of the Moist Miraluka.
Kholvar himself stood leaning with his immense bulk on the bar, holding a large glass of dark amber liquid, a thick cigar hanging from his lips. With each puff a massive cloud of smoke wafted around him, Kholvar's massive lungs able to draw in much more smoke than your average person. Luckily he was also much taller than your average person, so he didn't particularly disturb anyone around him. Not that we he would have cared if he was, though.
Some new dancers had come up onto the stage at the head of the club, scantily clad ladies from a multitude of races. Kholvar himself was fond of the Twi'leks, but there was a flavor for everyone at the Moist Miraluka.
Sipping at his drink and smoking his cigar, Kholvar smiled. Hopefully this place was about to get really interesting.