It wasn't often you would find a Twi'lek that wasn't a slave or a dancer on the Smuggler's Moon, but there she was. She was in a bar combined with a casino called the Slimy Lekku Bar. Sortarb giggled at the name of the place. It alluded to her favorite piece of herself, but much different reasons than others in the galaxy. The beautiful Rutian sat in the middle of the pazaak tables with her lekku wrapped around her like they were her favorite scarf, and she had a brownish headband as well. There was nothing too special about it, and most saw her as a vagabond. Sortarb enjoyed the game of pazaak, as she loved swimming in the games of chance.
The man before her had bet everything he had, and this was the third game he challenged her and he still lost. Sortarb found it interesting that most human males drooled over her kind simply because of her lekku, and it made the man easy prey to manipulate so she could get easy prey.
This was merely a way to kill her time. She sent a special message to the bounty boards on Nar Shaddaa, that read the following:
MEET IN THE SLIMY LEKKU BAR. YOU WILL FIND A RUTIAN THAT IS SEEKING A PARTNER INVOLVING A SPECIAL MISSION. MEN NEED NOT APPLY."
As Sortarb continued to take the man's credits and he continued to desperately want to beat the Rutian at her own game, she couldn't help but think about that message she displayed. She wasn't fond of men, especially since most of the men here in Nar Shaddaa felt that Twi'leks were nothing but slaves to their own desires. Those who tried that with her quickly found out just how skilled this Twi'lek could be in torture. She may not be trained in the Force, but she believed she didn't need it. Just so, she had hoped it attracted those of her caliber like smugglers and thugs, those who don't have that pesky thing of a morality to get in the way of doing things that must be done.
The man before her had bet everything he had, and this was the third game he challenged her and he still lost. Sortarb found it interesting that most human males drooled over her kind simply because of her lekku, and it made the man easy prey to manipulate so she could get easy prey.
This was merely a way to kill her time. She sent a special message to the bounty boards on Nar Shaddaa, that read the following:
MEET IN THE SLIMY LEKKU BAR. YOU WILL FIND A RUTIAN THAT IS SEEKING A PARTNER INVOLVING A SPECIAL MISSION. MEN NEED NOT APPLY."
As Sortarb continued to take the man's credits and he continued to desperately want to beat the Rutian at her own game, she couldn't help but think about that message she displayed. She wasn't fond of men, especially since most of the men here in Nar Shaddaa felt that Twi'leks were nothing but slaves to their own desires. Those who tried that with her quickly found out just how skilled this Twi'lek could be in torture. She may not be trained in the Force, but she believed she didn't need it. Just so, she had hoped it attracted those of her caliber like smugglers and thugs, those who don't have that pesky thing of a morality to get in the way of doing things that must be done.