Sasha Santhe
Majority Share Holder, Santhe Corporation
The club wasn't the most respectable place in the galaxy to be, however the management knew how to be discreet while still maintaining the allure of an upscale establishment. Spoiled rich children could party out while slimy mid level peddlers plied their trade selling pleasures of every nature to those otherwise pampered fools. For Sasha it was something completely different, taken to a private room she knew that in the crowd, and with only select clientele she'd have privacy, relative anonymity within the crowd. This suited her needs perfectly. With all the scheming and backstabbing in the galaxy it was comforting to know there was a place where she could be both in public, thus maintaining her image, and also remain secure. Guards watched doors, and identities were checked and faces scanned by paranoid security officers and hyper-defensive droids.
From her seat in her private room she could look out through one way glass and see everything. The servers making their way through the crowds with drinks and men and women danced, poorly in most cases though through alcohol laden eyes it may appear as a perfectly choreographed ballet. A Zeltron, wearing as much cloth on his body as Sasha had on her waist, walked by. Sweat beaded on his red skin causing it to glisten. Sasha smiled for her little voyeurs perch and sat down on the couch waiting for her guest to arrive.
From her seat in her private room she could look out through one way glass and see everything. The servers making their way through the crowds with drinks and men and women danced, poorly in most cases though through alcohol laden eyes it may appear as a perfectly choreographed ballet. A Zeltron, wearing as much cloth on his body as Sasha had on her waist, walked by. Sweat beaded on his red skin causing it to glisten. Sasha smiled for her little voyeurs perch and sat down on the couch waiting for her guest to arrive.