Nar Shaddaa. The Smuggler's Moon. No matter who you were, or who you worked for, most came through here at some point. Whether looking for something, or simply trying not to be found. Without a doubt, it was the one place in the galaxy where anyone could be no one. That made it the perfect hideaway..
Arms swaying loosely at her side, Ventasia moved through the crowded streets. With no particular destination in mind, her eyes simply watched her feet they alternated steps. One look at the normally upbeat Corelian and anyone could tell there was something off about her. The usually vibrant crimson hair was dull and listless, even unkempt. Her eyes nearly matched the hair, an obvious sign of a significant lack of sleep. Though above of this, there were two things that stood out. First off, Ventasia was on Nar Shaddaa and sober. That was a bad sign no matter how one looked at it. Secondly, there was no running after dancers. No chasing the women of ill-repute that surrounded her. Completely and utterly, it was like she was a different person.
A small sigh slipped from her lips as her feet finally came to a rest. Her head rolled back as she looked up a the lights and moving speeders above. Why was she here? What was the point of seemingly hiding in plain sight? Who knows..