It was a dark and stormy night, but the streets were still alive and bustling with traffic. Lightning accompanied the skies over neon-lit streets, while hovercars zoomed overhead and people scuttled about under dark umbrellas. Even with the powerful cacophony of thunder, the city was awake. Ord Mantell never slept, no matter the time of day and no matter the weather. They had places to be, people to see, and money to spend, after all.
Speaking of money, the Casa do Futuro casino was filled to the brim with people who had money to win and money to lose. Outside of the upper levels where the casino ran a fancy hotel for its most wealthy patrons, the building was sleek, modern, and covered in multicolor neon lights. The rather unassuming entrance led into a grand, open space filled with every sort of game one could dream of. Tables, slot machines, small (and giant) wheels - they had it all.
As Anzijj slipped past the entrance, she couldn't help but wonder in disbelief how a place so fantastically large and wealthy (and eye-straining) could be so far from the wealthiest casino on Ord Mantell. She passed security without a problem as she carried no weapon, then continued further into the building where her target was supposedly located. It was some kind of prissy diplomat, the kind that liked to frequent places like these to spend their credits and crowns.
The Dathomirian woman entered the casino floor. She was dressed in a black suit with a bustier and her regular, polished, and shined boots. Anzijj didn't bother to cover her tattoos. She didn't care, and in this room full of aliens, neither did they. There were a lot of people present too, and all she had was a name, a face, and a few other tidbits of information about her target. She narrowed her eyes against the blurring neon lights and began her search, moving slowly around while her eyes darted here and there across the room.
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