Spectre
Everyone knew black markets existed. That was par for the course in this galaxy –– every galaxy –– but now they'd found it. They'd found it and shopped it.
In a sleight of hand, Maijan had managed to cast the falsity that she'd transferred over the entirety of their latest uncovering. A drug circulating through the market through several unnamed and unmarked sources. Which was fine –– it wasn't their job (yet) to uncover these sources. They just had to discover the drug.
Rolling her wrist several times, she wafted the smoke up and let the manufactured mist surround her. Her expression took on something more blissful after a handful of seconds, and she eased back into the recliner. There would be official tests conducted on the spice, Maij's was just a little more off the record.
The overhead sun glinted brightly against her exposed golden flesh, and she dropped her sunglasses back on the bridge of her nose. The smoking stick between her fingers continued to smoulder and permeate its effects.
"Fethin' finally.." Maijan purred, becoming heavy in the chair –– all several hundred pounds of golden body "I used to do this after everry job." She reminisced, letting the smooth words roll from her tongue in fond nostalgia. "Not afterrr..eh, I don't know howw many now." Unconsciously, she scratched at the spot in her neck where that little nano bomb ticked away tirelessly.
She rolled over to her side, perching her cheek in a hand and extending another hand out in her Zabrak companion's direction. "You wanna sample, or just see what happens?"