Cut To The Feeling (Open)

[Atlas Kane]

The music being projected into Atlas' ears was quite soothing. Simple piano music paired with a subtle percussion in the background. He enjoyed the more soft tunes of this piece, allowing himself to be emersed in the relaxing world of music. It was one of the few ordinary escapes from the everyday horrors of warfare, relic hunting, and general Sith business he had. That, and socialising. He had recently begun spending time with one of the other Praetors, an Epicanthix going by the name "[member="The Slave"]", and his apprentice, [member="Arken Lussk"].

The three spent a good amount of time together, in Atlas' eyes, though by the standards of someone properly adjusted to social life it would still be shockingly low. But hey, every little bit is progress, especially for a creature perpetually locked in solitude its own world and domain.

He had his eyes closed, essentially lying inside the repulsorlift chair as if it were a hammock, slowly drifting off to sleep, when The Slave entered the room, announcing something loudly while sittig, or rather falling into the chair, which resulted in a rather sizeable chaos of orange-powdered triangular snacks.

The white-haired Epicanthix pulled up something on a holo-screen, trying to get them to read it, though Atlas only had to read the title of this newfound application to know it was not for him.

He left his friends to their own devices as he simply reclined further into the chair, allowing the music to calm his troubled mind.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

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Finally, after a few minutes of strong attention to detail, The Slave had made his grand entrance onto the Nebulove market. A few minutes to find the right picture, blood being a controversial idea in his head, and another few on having Cybele hack the system to allow him to have no name. To be honest, he actually had Cybele make the entire thing with just a few key advice points from his truly.

Now that he was set, he glanced back to the various messages and correspondences had tried to initiate with him. It wasn’t like he was going to swipe left anytime soon, so having his massive AI just swipe right to the entire galaxy was the easiest solution he had. Lucky for him, he already had a few ready for the game.

A brow cocked as he looked at the first, [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] with her own locks of silver and attractive features. With grin wide, he looked through her pictures and found a faint enjoyment in their risque nature and attention grabbing detail; something he’d like to see more of. A few finger taps away and he had slid into her DM’s, letting his dexterity drive forward those Nebulove messages.

“I’m starving and you’re looking like a whole snack. Let me ruin your life.”

The words of a poet.

When he was done typing his Shakespearian pick up line, he glanced over to Arken and began to speak, his tone as curious as it was playful;

“Got any hits yet?”

[member="Arken Lussk"]

 

[Arken Lussk]

This little application was proving more and more interesting by the second. [member="The Slave"] seemed quite enthralled by it, practically drooling over every buxom babe that flashed across the screen of his datapad. Arken peered over him to eyeball his "friend" sitting on the other side of the couch. Eyes closed, it didn't seem like [member="Atlas Kane"] was very enthused about the whole ordeal, much less the mess of snacks strewn across their living area.

He didn't talk much. Oh well, the slicer had far more important things to tend to.

Peering back down at his own device, he began the arduous process of selecting his potential friends with, uh, benefits.

Male. Left.

Ugly. Left.

Rodian. Left.

[member="Dante Sotari"]. "Oof," he grunted. Twenty six years old, far older than he was. Right.

His finger hovered over the lightning bolt once a bright-eyed and white-haired girl flashed into view. [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]. Arken grinned, leaning to the side to nudge the Slave before he showed him the screen. He dropped his thumb on it. Lightning bolt!

However, he caught the same profile opened on his datapad as well. The Slave had liked her too.

"Rock, flimsi, scissors for her. Right now."

 

[Darth Empyrean]

“No point in Rock, Flimsi, Scissors if you’re not going follow through, Arken.”, The Slave retorted.

It was a sassy individual, and without even the faintest glance over at Arken he had already sent his message to her and moved on; letting whatever hope he had of ‘winning’ her fall to the wayside. Afterall, how could he trust Arken to do it if he’s never seen him work the game? No point letting the girl go to waste on an apprentice...

[member="Arken Lussk"]

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As The Slave spoke to Arken, Cybele quietly took joy in the fact that she had already hacked into Atlas’s own datapad and began making him an account. Although it was relatively harder to do so without any conventional face claims for a profile picture, she still took her time making it with care and pleasure. Eventually, when she was, she had herself a small work of art that Atlas would only realize was made when he began to see his phone light up by all the members on Nebulove.

It was just a matter of time, but something he’d be forced to participate in no matter what.

[member="Atlas Kane"]

 

[Okh-Verg]

The life of an insane arms dealer was never easy.

Okh-Verg had been moving about the galaxy, searching from place to place for work and perhaps a shady dealing under the table with this person or that... Well, maybe it wasn't as shady and under the table and more as blunt and out in the open as possible. It had gotten him into trouble once, twice? Maybe a few times more than that? Honestly the hybrid had honestly stopped counting. Sat aboard a public transport on his way to yet another world to probably trip over and get kicked in the ribs or slapped in the face for pretty much no reason, the ride was long and, perhaps the worst thing for him and everyone else on board, he was bored.

Fortunately, since his voyage on Nar Shaddaa, the fractured young lizard-bird had procured an electronic device, probably through means as illegal and conniving as the hybrid was with most of his plans to put himself in better state in the social ladder. Whipping it out and noticing that there was a new app available, Okh-Verg gave it a glance over, thinking it was nothing worth his time. He had only moved onto something else when his attention made a complete rebound, all his attention in those twitching pale eyes looking at the details.

A dating app. Dating. DATING!?

It was perfect.

A few moments later, the hybrid had made his profile and put himself up for the world to see. As people started popping up, Okh-Verg did what he did best and started swiping right with every possible chance that he could, holding back cackles of entertainment with just a hint of madman plotting to use this whole concept as a springboard to carve out his own little empire with him at the head.

A true terror had been released upon the Galaxy, just not quite what people probably had in mind.

 

[Vaylin]

If you had asked what Vaylin did in her spare time, well you'd probably get a lightsaber to the gut because she'd never openly admit to what she was currently doing.

With her ship currently in transit, the Zabrak hadn't a lot more to do. She wasn't in the mood to read or do some training, so Vaylin simply remained in the cockpit, legs propped up on the console and a datapad in hand. All the while, an incomplete profile was glaring back at her on the screen.

She was on a dating app.

A dating app of all things.

Sometimes she could curse [member="Aria Vale"] for how often the woman could convince her to do something - or at least try it out. The alcohol and drugs on the Technicolor Beat had been because of her too, and now it was this.

But Vaylin was also annoyed at herself, for somehow feeling enticed to see what the chit this was all about. So, she had spent the past hour or so working on her profile, all that was left was the image to choose.

She had picked this one. It showed her in a form-fitting outfit that hugged her in all the right ways. The picture had been taken when Aria had once again convinced the Zabrak to model something for Kova Apparel. At the time she had just been annoyed by the whole process, but afterwards she could see the merit too it.

Vaylin's eyes lingered on the screen as she read over what she had.

Name: Vaylin | Age: 20
About: Drink, drugs & dancing. Looking for a good time, whether its one of those three or a mix of them all. No promises you won't come out of it without some broken bones.

The Zabrak shrugged, feeling happy with it and submitted the profile. Now it was time to see who she'd find.

After a couple swipes left, she landed on [member="The Slave"] and Vaylin couldn't help but grin. A familiar face, one she hadn't seen in a long while. Immediately her finger pressed the lightning button and she sent him a quick message.

Hey there stranger. Up for a Round 2?

 

[Nylea Apollodor]

Nylea blankly looked at the datapad for a moment before running a hand through her hair, trying to fix a lock that looked out of place. Pulling the most natural smile she could make she tapped the screen, causing it to flash. The result was a picture, one that was asked for as she set up her Nebulove profile. The echani shook her head at the result. Her hair was still messy, her smile looked awkward... She grumbled as she deleted the fifth one now, annoyance taking hold of her. Bringing up the device once more she went to go for attempt number six. If the third time wasn't the charm, double the amount would be. Right? She was already tempted to toss the thing to the side and just forget about the entire thing. Sadly, there was a reason she couldn't do that. Technically she could have, but that wasn't her.

Before the woman took off to Coruscant, where she would be staying for a few weeks, her friend [member="Nora Lithos"] was simply unable to stop raving about this thing called Nebulove. The only way to make her stop pestering her about it was to promise to give it a try, and she knew that if that promise wasn't kept there would be no way the arkanian would ever let her live that down. Another tap and flash later she studied the picture, tilting her head for a moment. It wasn't perfect, but the result was passable and she was getting tired of it. With another tap the app continued to an 'about' page, at which Nylea raised an eyebrow. What in the Force was she going to enter? Used to mercilessly kill people, but is now a Jedi who vowed to never take a life again. No, she was quite sure that was a very bad idea. Instead, she tried something different.

Nylea, 24

About:
Echani. 170 cm. Visiting Coruscant for a few weeks. Calm type. Looking for someone to tag along with, open to most things.

It was a bit of a simple introduction, but it really was all she was able to come up with. After looking at the screen for a while, doing nothing, the echani quickly tapped the 'finish' button and closed it right after, almost as if she was too shy to actually go any further. Her profile was online, that was a big step already, there was nothing wrong with taking a bit of time before getting to whatever you were supposed to do with the app. Right?

 

[Darth Empyrean]

“Hey there stranger. Up for Round 2?”

The Slave cocked a brow as his expression lit up; it’d been a little while since he’d seen Vaylin. Her tight clothes, horned face, and well adjusted expression reminded him faintly of their ‘fight’ that ended with a bit more groping than more traditional wrestling matches. A grin formed on his pale lips as he began to type a response with his thumbs;

“I’ve been ready for Round 2, 3, 4, and 5. Stop on by ”

With a click of the enter key on the datapad, his holonet location was sent. One of the few times The Technicolor Beat’s location was simply handed to anyone through some social media app, but enough to at least tell her he was interested. Even if she wasn’t nearby right now.

“Got another one, Arkin. How are you fairing?”, he quipped as he looked up to his would-be-apprentice.

He was obviously making fun of Arken, for whatever reason The Slave had. His tone was telling enough as is, but adjusting in his repulsor seat he seemed to be doing it not as an insult but for the fun of it. A jovial jab for a would be friend, it’d seem.

Or he was just competitive.


[member="Vaylin"] │ [member="Arken Lussk"] │ [member="Atlas Kane"]

 

[Arken Lussk]

He wasn't faring well at all.

Arken had received a few pings from spending his time swiping right for what seemed like forever. A female Duros on Coruscant looking for something a lot more exotic than he wanted, a little farm girl from Empress Teta that wanted to settle down, and a droid living independently on Corellia.

Frowning, he stopped swiping for a moment to rest his sore thumb.

"A few," he moaned and leaned back in his seat, "Nothing special though."

Then he found [member="Atlas Kane"]'s profile. Hot. Right.

Left, left, left.

Hold up. [member="Nylea Apollodor"] seemed to fit the bill. He had a few more super likes saved up, so why not use another? Arken mashed the button and swiftly began typing a message.

<</ Hey there, I'm writing a paper for school on the finer things in life, and I was wondering if I could interview you? \>>

 

[Haon Hafey]

Few Hours Later....​

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The StarFighter Oblivion convention would be in full swing, several unknown models of starfighters would be up on display, some being prototypes while others being innovations. His own Crystal-class Clawcraft was on display yet it was for demonstration as he noted no others would be produced. After a few minutes, the ding of the bell was heard as people started to go into a very large auditorium as Haon Hafey got into the back. He was one of the few people behind this project, having helped design portions of it. However there was an odd mic tap as they spoke into it.


"Greetings, this is Jack Novastar! We are here to announce that unfortunately, the product we listed will not be available...our new product be available at the next years convention. Thank you, sorry for the-"


It was drowned out in boos almost immediately, people were very annoyed as Haons own face was in shock. Jack whom was another Human would go backstage as the crowd was throwing their sodas and even their food onto the stage, making a huge mess as Haon was the first to get to him.


"What the hell was that?! The Sl-"

"It's cancelled! It is to expensive and no matter what it never worked long as the first! Alright, it is CANCELLED!"


The guy threw his arms out as he walked off, Haon grabbing his arm as he pulled him in almost pure malice, anger. Who dares impede on his master project, the one to make the First Order realize his genius!


"I need that design! It has to be put in my lifes work!"

"Well your lifes work just has to die. We are pushing for the booster instead, you're on your own cowboy."


Jack pulled his arm away as he walked out from the back room, leaving a shocked Haon Hafey standing as he looked up at the poster for the SLAM II design, one to surpass and finally give the edge to those starfighter designs. Losing it, Haon yelled loudly and grabbed a nearby chair, tossing it into a table as it collapsed, walking out also now as he kicked the wall hard as he could, screaming as his entire plan finally started to fall apart. Turning away from the wall, he slowly slid down as he buried his face in his hands, surpressing that rage, anger, sorrow, fear, tears that were welling. What can I do now?! That was everything....EVERYTHING!

Slowly, he finally caught his breath as he coughed for a moment, catching his breath as he looked to the side for a moment as he heard something about a booster design, asking on why one needs to beat what is already perfect? When in theory, it should always stay perfect and only needs a helper to keep it going. As if a lightning bolt hit Haon, he slowly stood up and opening his bag, took out a large sheet of blueprints as he started to draw what he envisioned, the entire thing being presented to him in a large fashion.


"If you won't build it...I will. I will design it to surpass you, I will build it to make you hate me, I will use it to humiliate you, I will define a legacy with it so yours end up in flames. My dreams won't die...yours will!"

 

[Voices of The Deep]

There was a clash of lightning...from within the datapad she held. The woman flinched at the sudden sound, unfamiliar with this technology and all of its complex bells and whistles. The glanced at the droid hovering by her side, staring at it as if waiting for some kind of explanation to what had just happened. The droid leaned in closer to the datapad and inspected the screen for a moment before perking up and turning to face her. "Look! You got a lightning bolt! Means someone is really interested in you...there was no name display though..." The droid exclaimed, turning back to the screen and looking over the data once more as [member="The Slave"] 's profile came up. "And he has a uh...interesting profile picture. Maaaaybe you should just igno-"

Xer swiped right on the slave half way through the droids suggestion. "Ok or not thats cool to. Uhhh...looks like you got a lot of people who swiped right on you as well. Better than i expected...i guess people like you Xer." The droid informed, making the red haired maiden smile rather gleefully as she leaned down and stared at the screen. Going through every profile that she saw.


[member="Nadja Keto"] got a right swipe.

[member="The Matador"] ...left.

[member="Maho Aeko"] ...right.

[member="Wedge Draav"] , left

[member="Aryn Teth"] , left

[member="Fedrig"] , right

[member="Nyx"] , right

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] , left

[member="Haon Hafey"] , right.

[member="Arken Lussk"] , right

[member="Dante Sotari"] , right

[member="Seamus Valik"] , right

[member="Jorryn Fordyce"] , right

[member="Nylea Apollodor"] , right

[member="Vaylin"] , LIGHTING BOLT...

[member="Atlas Kane"] , Right.

Xer continued with this for a while longer before eventually coming to a steady stop. Looking up at the droid and showing her the screen of her datapad which made her little helper sigh. "Um..did you even...read any of their stuff Xer?" The droid asked, staring blankly at the hovering hunk of metal as it sighed deeply. "You just looked at the pictures didn't you?" It muttered a few moments later, evoking a wider smile from the dragoness as she purred contently.

This game was rather...amusing.

 

[Maho Aeko]

Maho's holopad lit up with notifications when she turned it on, opening the Nebulove app, she said to herself, "Oops, forgot I installed this."

She seen she had a few matches...and decided to message both [member=Wedge Draav] and [member=Fedrig] with a simple 'Hey c:'

Maho flipped back to view profiles, but she soon grew bored as she realized there were far too many profile to read. So deciding to have fun with it, she just started swiping right until her fingers were numb. At the end of it a 'New Match' notification popped up. Upon clicking on it, Maho was shown a powerful, curvy woman scantily clad, [member=Xerxella Zanteres]

Wow, Maho thought, being conflicted upon feeling attracted to this woman. She decided to send her a message, once again, just a simple one; 'Hey c: show me some fun?'


Maho then returned to swiping right, seeing what crazy people there were on this app.

 

[Voices of The Deep]

Xer rested the datapad on the edge of the bed, taking a short break from the app as the large woman pushed herself up. Running her fingers through her mane of hair that had grown at a rather alarming rate since she had last cut it. The woman twisted her neck and it crackle and pop with stiffness as she rolled her broad shoulders. Tipping her head back and letting out a long tired yawn as she the datapad behind her began to make noises again, greatly annoying Xerxella's peace of silence. She glared back at the droid who remained close to the device and relayed whatever information Xer needed to know.

"Mmm, you got a message. From a girl named [member="Maho Aeko"] . She says...'hey, show me some fun. And put a little smiley face in there." He explained, Xer tilting her head curiously while placing a hand on her hip. "Um, i'm not sure what kind of site this is but uhh...i guess its a sign of good faith. What would you like to say back?" The droid asked, looking over at Xer as she gave a toothy grin. The woman then slicked her hair back and pushed her prehensile tongue past her full lips, allowing it to hang in the hair at its full foot length as she chuckled deviously. "Oh..a picture then...ok then, hold still." The droid muttered, snapping a shot of Xer as she slicked her hair back. She was wearing her lounging clothes that [member="Hazel Zanteres"] had made for her, displaying a number of her tattoos and such.

The droid then proceeded to reply to the girls message with the photo, Xer chuckling to herself and winking at the droid.

"I have a feeling this is not going to go well..." The droid said quietly as it went back to observing the app.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

After The Slave had finished messaging Vaylin, letting it zoom through the endless depths of cyberspace, he moved back to finishing his message to Xer. A toothy gin rested on his pale lips as he sat on the repulsor couch, letting the two around him wallow in their own jealousy. At least, in his mind they were.

“You, me, and too much alcohol sounds like a good time. I’ve already got someone else coming if you want to join. ”, he finished typing with his thumbs.

Pressing send, he set his phone down for the first time in a few minutes and glanced around. This place certainly wasn’t presentable right now, so with a quick chirp he called out to the ship’s notorious AI;

“Cybele! Clean up. We’re going to have some guests over.”, he beamed.

[member="Xerxella Zanteres"] │ [member="Arken Lussk"] │ [member="Atlas Kane"] │ [member="Vaylin"]

 

[Seamus Valik]

Seamus covered his face with his hand and slowly shook his head from side to side as his friend went on about how this application was good for Seamus. He didn't agree but then they had quite different views about what constituted good in this instance. The app gave off a notification than someone had shown interest in his profile and Seamus peaked out between his fingers at the smiling Rodian across from him.

"You need to 'ave a look at'er, Seamus." The Rodian said sliding the datapad across the table, "Those thighs alone are worth half a world and I'd probably pay double."

"You have to be kidding me," Seamus began as he looked at [member="Xerxella Zanteres"] picture and profile, "This woman would end me."

"Oh, but Seamus," Fitz raised a hand and made a fist, "You could make it suchan end!"

"You're insane." Seamus replied dryly.

"Respond, you said?" The Rodian said taking the datapad back, "Very well if you insist."

Seamus slowly leaned back and lifted his coffee to his lips. How bad could it be really? He didn't have to follow through anyway and so what if he did. Maybe it would be a good way to move on with the next phase of his life. The Jedi gig was over, he was done. He was a businessman now. Plane and simple.

"Blast it, Fitz." Seamus said his blue eyes alight with renewed determination to be a new being, "If you're going to do it anyway I may as well do it myself. Gimme the karkin thing."

"YES!" Fitz said handing Seamus the datapad and sliding around to look over his shoulder.

Seamus typed:

"Xerxella, I'm on Coruscant on business for a few weeks. Looking to meet new people. Get back to me if interested."

"See Seamus," Fitz shook his head, "That's why you don't get laid. Let me do the next one."

The Rodian friend found another profile and opened it up to send a message to [member="Nylea Apollodor"] :

"Oi, love. How's about a bit of SpaceFlix and chill? Hit me up."

Seamus looked at his friend and shook his jead from side to side. "You're the absolute worst creature in the galaxy."

"Easy now!" Fitz replied, "It's a big galaxy, you haven't met everyone yet. Give me a chance, yeah? Now lets look at some more and swipe some profiles."

[member="Atlas Kane"] ? "Left." Seamus said after a brief glance. "Too male."

[member="Okh-Verg"] ? Left

[member="Vaylin"] ? "Right, Fitz, she is attractive to be sure." Seamus said with a wavering reluctance to partake in this endeavor.

[member="Nadja Keto"] ? Seamus looled for a moment and read the profile. "Hit the lightening thing."

"I'm 2km away, let's do something." Seamus quickly typed though he was at a loss as to what people in the dating pool should say.

[member="Narbo"] "Left." Seamus said to his friend as the Rodian held the datapad.

"Seamus, let me tell you those tusk ain't just for show before you say swipe left." Fitz replied.

"He's male, Fitz." Seamus replied once again dryly.

"Just saying." Fitz said with a shrug.

[member="Fedrig"] Left.

[member="Aryn Teth"] Left.

[member="The Slave"] "Right!" Seamus said quickly and gaining a wry look from his Rodian friend, "I think he is wanted for questioning. Don't look at me like that."

[member="Wedge Draav"] "Left."

[member="Maho Aeko"] "Um, Right."

[member="The Matador"] "Left."

[member="Nyx"] "Oh, my." Seamus said as he leaned closer to the screen, "Right. Hard right."

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] "Left."

[member="Haon Hafey"] "He's an employer. Left."

[member="Arken Lussk"] "Left."

[member="Dante Sotari"] "Another Right." Seamus said regretting not hitting the lightening thing button thing on Nyx.

@Jorryn Fordyc "Right."

The Rodian set the datapad down and smiled over at Seamus.

"It's like I never knew you, mate." Fitz said taking his first sip of caff.

"Drink your caff and let's drop it." Seamus said as he drank the last of his now cool Caff, "The Coruscant Senators are playing the EmpressTeta Queensmen. Let's grab a pint."

"Music to me ears, mate." Seamus' friend said as he stood and followed Seamus to the door.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

Jorryn smiled as the message came from the nameless figure ([member="The Slave"]), her imagination attempted to come up with a response as her leg rhythmically dipped her leg in the air.

"If I'm going to ruin my life, I hope you'll give me a name to blame for it." She tried to keep the message light trying to coax out some information from the attractive man, having a playful tone to hide her intense curiosity about the man's name.

Then the profile of [member="Arken Lussk"].

She swiped on the profile hesitantly, leaving the initial message to the man to see what type of lines he would try. Despite the mans handsome face, there was something about him that seemed... younger.

*Right.*

[member="The Matador"], *left*. She had no interest in being with a mercenary, the whole business was distasteful.

Then the attractive profile of her friend, [member="Vaylin"], came up on her screen, a welcome surprise as she viewed the entirety of the picture. She slightly regretted using the lightning button earlier as she quickly swiped right, her eyes lingering longer on the picture than they should have.

A chat room with the buxom woman [member="Xerxella Zanteres"] came up, the Sith's eyes again lighting up with a passionate curiosity.

"That outfit isn't leaving much to the imagination, want to give me the whole picture?" Her delicate fingers pressed the winky face emoji as she bit her lip, the message giving away her intent with a fair amount of bluntness.

It moved on to a girl named [member="Nylea Apollodor"], smiling with more happiness than devilish intent as she was grateful to see more Echani in the galaxy.

*Right.*

Finally the profile of [member="Seamus Valik"] came up, an attractive man though his profile left something to be desired. Still there was no harm in getting more info, and giving him a chance to try and woo was an entertaining thought.

*Right.*

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​The Matador noticed he wasn't getting any matches, with a frown he observed some of the more popular accounts. They seemed to have multiple pictures and a full description. He believed it would be wise to further add to his own profile.

​He recalled a holorecording he still had on his Datapad that he'd retrieved from a bar's security room where they'd been monitoring him when he was undercover in a space jumpsuit. He thought, he looked good in it. Not only that, but the descriptions of the majority of the people he was seeing was quite confusing. He tried to replicate something similar.

​He was quite proud of it, a little proud at least. He hoped now, appearing more approachable he'd get more contracts coming his way.

[member="Nylea Apollodor"], looked fightable. Swiping Right.
[member="Vaylin"] was a Zabrak. He'd never really gotten to take a good look at one before. Swiping Right.
[member="Atlas Kane"] wore a helmet also, perhaps he'd get to examine the construction of the item. Swiping Right.

 

[Azimuth Industries]

Narbo started getting hits.

A lot of hits.

"Huh?" said the Rodian, leaning in. "That can't be right."

An entire Gamorrean bachelorette party on the hotel's floor had almost unanimously swiped right.

Narbo laughed from the gut. "Looks like joke's on you, eh?"

 

[Katarina Vox]

The advert had caught her eye. How it'd gotten onto her datapad she didn't know, but there it was anyway. It didn't take long for Katarina to make the decision to amuse herself with the application - an innocent exploration of ones self, or so she reasoned with herself. If she was being honest, it was more curiosity to see what would happen if she left her profile in a public domain. It contained very little information outside of what someone would expect - her height, figure, and occupation. Katarina saw no point in being dishonest there, and simply marked down "Sith". Finally, she uploaded a picture of herself to the site, which completed her profile. All that was left to do now was wait and see what the Galaxy had in store for her.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

“Call me whatever you’d like. Why don’t you come aboard my ship, and we can work out the details?”, he typed back, marking his flirtatious message with an iconic winky face.

No point beating around the bush, The Slave wasn’t interested in just lewd photos or passive dirty talk. He was practically in the works of a intergalactic foursome; something some may call an orgy. Not him, however, that was too mundane.

Plus, he didn’t even know if they’d show up. With a faint sigh he set his phone back down and looked at Arken once more, cocking his head as he spoke;

“You’re still trying?”

[member="Jorryn Fordyce"] │ [member="Arken Lussk"]