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The club previously mentioned was full.
In lower Coruscant the guest spent less time viewing the dancers and more staring at a female Zabrak in the front who sat with her legs crossed on the stage like a foot stool and crossed her arms behind her head like she was about to take a nap.
She was the only woman in the room who wasn’t striping, but rather sat with the men making idle conversation with a tall scalped cerean.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re …ravishing?” She asked in a seductive whisper as she leaned in near his lips.
He grinned and began to speak before she said:
“because you’re not!”
She planted a blaster shot through his skull and stood as his body fell limp on the floor.
“And you’re worth more dead.” she added, fixing her sleeves and holstering her weapon.
“H-hey!” the twi’lek dancing in front of them called tensely, she leaned over the stage to check the man’s status and drew back at the sight of the wound. Her eyes were caiman and bronze and she wore a netted outfit that gave her the sleek, scaled, dangerous look of a snake- a creature she had all the makings to resemble with her small nose and mouth of fangs.
“You had to kill him here!?” She shouted as Evie turned to leave.
“bounty hunters…” She hissed under her breath.
“Who is going to clean this up?” she whined.
Evie Silence her, pulling the elastic of her bottoms and dropping a ridiculous amount of credit chips in side.
“here, study to join the senate and put that whining to good use.” She said, slipping out the door.
“Ta~” she bid adieu.
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Ashes grew uneasy as she began to take note of of their surroundings and became suspicious of their destination. They seemed to be headed towards the club she had just this morning attempted to "work" at. She doubted Ares would have Business in such a place - but even so she dreaded being recognized by its patrons in the presence of her father.
In lower Coruscant the guest spent less time viewing the dancers and more staring at a female Zabrak in the front who sat with her legs crossed on the stage like a foot stool and crossed her arms behind her head like she was about to take a nap.
She was the only woman in the room who wasn’t striping, but rather sat with the men making idle conversation with a tall scalped cerean.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re …ravishing?” She asked in a seductive whisper as she leaned in near his lips.
He grinned and began to speak before she said:
“because you’re not!”
She planted a blaster shot through his skull and stood as his body fell limp on the floor.
“And you’re worth more dead.” she added, fixing her sleeves and holstering her weapon.
“H-hey!” the twi’lek dancing in front of them called tensely, she leaned over the stage to check the man’s status and drew back at the sight of the wound. Her eyes were caiman and bronze and she wore a netted outfit that gave her the sleek, scaled, dangerous look of a snake- a creature she had all the makings to resemble with her small nose and mouth of fangs.
“You had to kill him here!?” She shouted as Evie turned to leave.
“bounty hunters…” She hissed under her breath.
“Who is going to clean this up?” she whined.
Evie Silence her, pulling the elastic of her bottoms and dropping a ridiculous amount of credit chips in side.
“here, study to join the senate and put that whining to good use.” She said, slipping out the door.
“Ta~” she bid adieu.
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Ashes grew uneasy as she began to take note of of their surroundings and became suspicious of their destination. They seemed to be headed towards the club she had just this morning attempted to "work" at. She doubted Ares would have Business in such a place - but even so she dreaded being recognized by its patrons in the presence of her father.