Super Bass

[Anara Valnor]

Coruscant​

Late Evening​

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Once you go great, you never go good
You never go back, even if you could​

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Dressed head to toe in red complete with fishnet stockings Anara looked completely at home in the pulsing club. The atmosphere was almost ethereal as half of the patrons were high on narcotics while the other high were drunk beyond reason.

Anara was one of the few that was neither.

Instead she was reveling in the pure energy of the club; the decadent nature of every sweaty body present.

The souls contained within her petite form writhed and screamed, eager for her to feed upon the essence of every being trapped within the club. Tempting though it was to drain the life from the other patrons Anara refrained, refusing the tormented spirits she held sway over.

Tonight was not about easing their pain. Tonight was about living.

With that singular thought in mind Anara made her way to the dance floor to lose herself in the rhythm of the blaring music.


[member="Elani Zambrano"]

 

[Elani Zambrano]

Elani actually felt pretty today. The voices that inhabited her head were faint, nearly silent. Nothing was stopping her from having fun this night. She was wearing her unused black dress that her predecessor had bought but did not have the chance to wear.

Silver eyes scanned the dance floor. Closely gazing at each person's body moving to the beat, strangers grinding up against each other. Elani could not help herself.

The music invaded her head and tore her soul apart. It was a great feeling.

Steel-tipped heels clicked on the metal floors of the club as Elani made her way to the floor. Without thought, she immediately joined in the crowd, moving along with them, her body moving like water.

She was feeling good.

[member="Anara Valnor"]

 

[Anara Valnor]

A man was at her back. A man that dwarfed her in size, but was otherwise unremarkable as he had no potential within the Force. However, he was a decent dancer and so she allowed him to press against her back, her hips guiding his movements as her hands smoothed over his wandering hands.

His attentions didn't repulse her, in fact, Anara felt more alive than she recalled ever feeling in recent weeks. Being desired by another did wonders to boost a girl's confidence. Allowing her head to fall back against the man's shoulder she let him trail his lips across her skin, her molten orbs darkening slowly with growing desire as she absently scanned the crowd.

[member="Elani Zambrano"]