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Ilana Morata was a woman in need.
Specifically speaking, medical supply need. And she hated going to alternate suppliers for help... but she was on thin enough monetary terms as it was.
So really, there was only one option. She met the Grysk Malakai very briefly on Nar Shaddaa after treating him for some wounds. But she recalled seeing his penthouse, if it was even his at all. All she knew was that out of most of her former patients in the galaxy, he was the most likely to know connections for her needed supplies.
And she was quickly running out of credits. This was very bad.
The agreed meeting place was a mutual neutral place; some small club. The bass pulsed in the distance from where she was walking, heels clicking on the pavement. She could feel eyes sliding on her, then away. She never considered herself worth attracting, but tonight was business.
Making sure eyes were on her was ideal. His most preferably.
She dressed simply, in a small black dress, boots, and a black coat. Long white hair was kept bound simply away from her face, but still no jewelry. Another medkit was kept in her back, looped around her shoulder.
Perhaps he was already there; it wouldn't take long for her to make her entrance, amber eyes scanning the crowd already writhing on the dance floor. But she wasn't up to meeting in a restaurant or anyplace fancy. And besides...
It gave her ample time to people watch if he wasn't here yet.
She slowly walked through; even as apparently unarmed as she was, the crowd parted around her, converging only as she passed. Straight to the bar it was, for now.
@Darasaurus