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//: CT-312 CT-312 //: Mauve Mauve //:
//: Dress //:
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Confusion bled from her trooper, and Quinn didn't understand its source. She figured the trooper hadn't been on missions like this where she was more of an escort than a warrior. She smiled gently, wondering if 312 would ever get used to this kind of treatment - perhaps next time, she requested her not to wear the battered battle attire. Her eyes gently scanned over the form of the trooper, eyeing potential sizes and fit.

Something, though, made her want to include something with the camouflage - seeing that it was the soldier's signature.

Mauve continued the tour, and Quinn was thankful; their back-and-forth conversation while entertaining the Princess had led to this exhibit's purchase. Her eyes wandered each piece as Mauve explained the rare finds. Each one has their own story, and Quinn finds everything so exhilarating while being authentic.

Despite the start of the tour, Quinn found herself enjoying the company of the Zeltron. The woman knew what to say and how to draw Quinn into the narrative of the artwork. They stopped, and Quinn looked towards the blank canvas, wondering if it was a profound metaphor, like several other pieces of art.

Before she asked, Mauve circled and motioned towards the piece. Quinn let herself remain silent as she listened to the reasons behind the art being unfinished. The pause was telling enough, and Quinn smirked. She wouldn't outright offer herself, but the thought lingered. She had never been appropriately painted before, but she had seen it done for others.

The painting had faded into the background as Mauve took the Princess' hand. As much as Quinn wanted to fight it, the physical touch was distracting, especially with their small back-and-forths. Her gaze lingered for a moment before trailing in the direction Mauve had mentioned for the nightclub.

"I can't say I have." She started. Quinn thought about lying, saying that she had a lot in the past. Yet, the Princess had a feeling someone like Mauve could see through her.

That thought was worrisome on its own, but she didn't let it bother her.

Her attention returned to Mauve as she continued to smile. She looked down at Mauve's hands and then back up to her face, stepping towards the Zeltron.

"It sounds fun. Does it include an intimate tour from you as well?"

As she finished speaking, Quinn slowly withdrew her hand from Mauve's and turned toward the silent figure waiting nearby. Her expression shifted, softer, more familiar, the kind of smile 312 had come to recognize, one reserved for moments between them.

"Are you okay with this?" Quinn asked, her voice gentler now, her head tilting slightly as her gaze met the trooper's visor.

She wanted to go, but not at the cost of 312. The Princess had always walked a different path than most Sith and nobility; even now, amid all the luxury and attention, she couldn't bring herself to treat the scout like an afterthought. Her world may have been full of games and flirtation, but with 312, she wanted to make sure the trooper felt included - important.

She'd seen the way Mauve looked at both of them, and she didn't want to misstep. The Princess needed to do something, any small gesture that laid claim to the scout.

Quietly, Quinn reached to the scout brushing her fingers along the edge of the helmet, coaxing the soldier to look at her.

"We only go if you're okay with it," she said, her voice steady and low. "I mean it."

 
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