Lyn'ara Okemi
Character
Lyn had been purchased shortly after her previous master had been roasted to a crisp by an angry Mandalorinan on some back water planet. She had been auctioned off to the remote and heavily populated planet of Tattooine. Some club owner with a need for more dancers was desperate and desired to buy a few slaves to help clean, entertain, and cut back on costs. Lyn was one of the "lucky" that were chosen.
She danced in a club called The Water Fountain. It was not as bad as her last establishment but had the same sort of.. lack of class that was normal around these kinda clubs. Lyn was on a pedestal in the center of the club, she lightly swayed to the music wearing a strange leotard made from some kind of net fabric that didn't do wonders for her modesty. It was her job after all to entertain, so she didn't complain much. She could see some of the other dancers walking around and interacting with the patrons. Small flirts and winks. Tattooine was a step up from where she was last month, but it was still a dangerous place.
The music changed and she suddenly saw more dancers come up onto the glowing white pedestal she was dancing on. Most of them were dressed in tight one or two pieces. She assumed these were the paid dancers, the ones who could afford more then what the establishment offered her. She smiled as the music went on. Yet.. feeling as if it was a challenge to her. She would show these paid woman how dancing was done.
[member="Ashla Saris"]
She danced in a club called The Water Fountain. It was not as bad as her last establishment but had the same sort of.. lack of class that was normal around these kinda clubs. Lyn was on a pedestal in the center of the club, she lightly swayed to the music wearing a strange leotard made from some kind of net fabric that didn't do wonders for her modesty. It was her job after all to entertain, so she didn't complain much. She could see some of the other dancers walking around and interacting with the patrons. Small flirts and winks. Tattooine was a step up from where she was last month, but it was still a dangerous place.
The music changed and she suddenly saw more dancers come up onto the glowing white pedestal she was dancing on. Most of them were dressed in tight one or two pieces. She assumed these were the paid dancers, the ones who could afford more then what the establishment offered her. She smiled as the music went on. Yet.. feeling as if it was a challenge to her. She would show these paid woman how dancing was done.
[member="Ashla Saris"]