A Devil May Care

[Lahmia deWinter]

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Location: Nightclub, Undisclosed Planet​

Outfit: Crimson Corset​

Tag: [member="Sylzira"]​

A fang-filled smile split her lips the second Lahmia stepped inside the club. This was her scene. This wasn't just any cantina, but a luxurious establishment where scantily clad creatures teased easily distracted or unaccompanied guests. It reflected the wider world; just the parts people didn't discuss openly all that often. Desires both timid and wild that lurked beneath the surface and needed an outlet. From where she had come from such things didn't need a time or place -- they were acted upon whenever it was convenient. Since coming back to the Galaxy, however, everyone behaved in this 'orderly' fashion that drove her and her crew mad.

Well, to everyone's delight this evening, Lahmia's crew were not on shore leave. Their little city would be spared. For now. Their Captain on the other hand struck gold and would certainly have herself quite a relaxing little adventure.

As she ascended to the second floor, desperate to observe all the creatures here tonight and their true, uninhibited selves, Lahmia found a number of private boots with a few local entertainers. Her hand lingered on the rail for a moment while green eyes observed the dancers below. The music throbbed as though it belonged to a living creature that had swallowed them whole.

The red woman turned from the sight to drift closer to one of the booths. Her steps took her deeper into the club as those up front were well occupied. Curiously enough, however, Lahmia found one was not occupied at all. Well, there were two creatures there, but they were not guests. It had been difficult to make out what was being said from all the noise, but she would drew near enough soon. Every so often the crowd hid their movements as well, but such cover would only last a moment longer.

 

[Sylzira]

Location: Nightclub, Undisclosed Planet​

Tag: [member="Lahmia deWinter"]​

Time: 20:30​

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Sylzira was sitting in the booth with her chiss mistress. For some reason since the last time they were attacked and Sylzira managed to shoot her way through most of them her boss had decided to make her the personal dancer as well as a secret bodyguard. No one would probably notice that she had a weapon hidden within her dress coat.

She smiled and waved at the various people around the place passing by her and the boss. She was the true owner of the nightclub while sylzira was orginally one of the dancers on the floor and now here she was keeping her boss company. "So remind me again why I have to sit here rather than doing what I used to enjoy." Her Chiss boss would turn to her. "Because you are a better body guard than anyone else in my employ. There's litterally no one I trust more than you. Even then its very little." Sylzira sighed "Of course."

 

[Lahmia deWinter]

Once the red woman stepped from the crowd, her emerald eyes beheld two lovely ladies. One was a delightful blue, and the other a pale... Lahmia's attention held on the woman's face for a moment. A smile began to creep over her lips before her attention turned back to the Chiss. "You are the owner, yes?" Sylzira had the look of a fighter, which tickled the Devoratrix greatly; and the blue one possessed the demeanor of one in charge and mindful her surroundings operated as expected.

Lahmia stopped before them with a hand on her uncovered right hip. The corset covered most of her upper torso except the shoulders, leaving only the thigh-high boots to cover anything else. Her long black hair flowed between her crimson shoulder blades, with black lips curled up at the corners at the delightful new venue she'd discovered. Her tail curled about her left leg to keep the bodies behind her from batting it about with their oblivious movements.

"Are thy slaves available for personal sport, or for sale?" A pretty little thing dancing in a cage was great for crowds, but Lahmia preferred closer encounters if the option was available. She knew little of how this Galaxy functioned. She was ignorant enough, or simply unconcerned with whether the word 'slave' should be used or that selling of them should be spoken of.

Tag: [member="Sylzira"]​