Miya Ashera
Pink & Deadly
Ever since Saoirse had arrived at Zeltros she had had a blast. Her supply of credits was running low, but there were ways of getting around that. She took the occasional job here and there, but so far nothing permanent. It was just enough to stay floating, and on this planet that was all she needed. This was not the place to plan for the future, nor was that one of Saoirse's strengths. Zeltros was a place that never slept, and in honesty she wasn't entirely sure when the last time she had slept either. Sure, there had been naps. Whether they were during the day or night was hard to recall. The neon-like lights seemed the same.
This day had started in good Zeltros fashion. Saoirse had woken up on a couch in some kind of house that pretended to be a mansion, after another night of enjoying the local culture and traditions. She'd hardly call it sleep, it couldn't have been more than two hours. Or perhaps it had been? Being high on spice, it was hard to keep track of these things. From there it was back to her temporary residence for a quick shower and getting ready for the next one. After tonight she imagined she could sleep for three days.
Seeking that extra sense of fulfilment, to be elevated to an improved state of self where she could appropriately appreciate life and her part in it in this exact moment, Saoirse had taken another batch of spice. Her supply was running low here as well, but in this place finding more was hardly a challenge. The excitement and energy had been building within her, she was practically dancing on her way out. What experience to seek out today? An exclusive cantina? Nightclub? Her decision was influenced by the particular brand of substance she had enjoyed before, and she had ended up going for the latter.
The outfit for the evening was a two-piece crop top with a pencil skirt. The skirt stretched down to just above her knees and seemed to fit her perfectly. The top was sleeveless, had a round neck, and a zipper on the back. Both skirt and top was fully lined with a floral lace overlay, the bottom of the top was made to look ripped right where it cut off above her stomach. What she wore left plenty of space to showcase her tattoos, from the black serpent-like one crawling around her left arm in carved up pieces, the image painted on her left forearm, to the intricate and large piece that covered her neckline. The look she had gone for was high-fashion that exuded the femme-fatale appeal. She felt party-perfect. Hours would fill her evening with drinking and dancing. Eventually she would tire of that and leave in search of the next place, the next thrill.
She knew by now where to go to come across those hot spots. After a little walk, she found a promising venue. Promising, because there was a an appropriate queue filled with people who appeared to possess some measure of class. More importantly, perhaps, she liked the muffled beat coming from inside. Naturally, she cut through the line feigning familiarity with the right people. Inside the venue practically radiated Zeltros. It was large, loud, flashy, and most importantly was bathed in pink and purple light.
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