Seraphina Shel'tah
Kinky Darth Pinky
Seraphina walked behind, not beside Sarge. A minor detail on the surface, but slaves were considered lesser people and were expected to follow their masters. For her role in the play, she would act her part and wander obediently behind him as they made their way from his C-90 towards the pier where the extravagant ship and Hutt owner awaited, along with dozens upon dozens of party goers for the event of the evening. Cat calls and names were thrown at her as she walked behind Sarge as they got nearer to their destination. She was entirely out of her element here, despite maintaining her composure. The true test would be once they were in the party.
Approaching the barge the two guards at the ramp viewed Sarge and Sera with a bit of skepticism, though allowed them to pass through. Atop the barge the music was boisterous, making speech of any kind near impossible to hear. Most were dressed in fine, fancy clothes. A select few wore full suits of armor and carried blasters holstered at their sides. A patrol of guards made their rounds along the top deck seemingly oblivious to the crowd while simultaneously watching them closely. Listening through the Force the Twi'lek heard a number of party goers commenting on her rather unique appearance, while making guesses as to how the heavily armored man managed to find himself a unique looking piece of property.
One of the other few key aspects of being a slave that Seraphina knew was that you did not speak unless directed to, and it was generally good etiquette not to look others in the eye. She did just that. Following along only when Sarge pulled against the leash that she had so eagerly chosen to wear. This would surely go down in her memory as quite possibly the worst idea she'd ever volunteered for.
[member="Sarge Potteiger"]
Approaching the barge the two guards at the ramp viewed Sarge and Sera with a bit of skepticism, though allowed them to pass through. Atop the barge the music was boisterous, making speech of any kind near impossible to hear. Most were dressed in fine, fancy clothes. A select few wore full suits of armor and carried blasters holstered at their sides. A patrol of guards made their rounds along the top deck seemingly oblivious to the crowd while simultaneously watching them closely. Listening through the Force the Twi'lek heard a number of party goers commenting on her rather unique appearance, while making guesses as to how the heavily armored man managed to find himself a unique looking piece of property.
One of the other few key aspects of being a slave that Seraphina knew was that you did not speak unless directed to, and it was generally good etiquette not to look others in the eye. She did just that. Following along only when Sarge pulled against the leash that she had so eagerly chosen to wear. This would surely go down in her memory as quite possibly the worst idea she'd ever volunteered for.
[member="Sarge Potteiger"]