Samka Derith
Decitus Ren
She'd been standing at the shadows this entire time. Watching and waiting. Samka Derith was there to represent the Knights of Ren. To let these Hutts know their invitation to the servants of the Supreme Leader was received and acknowledged. This did not mean she had to indulge in their pleasures. Already she had wordlessly dismissed several slaves, male and female, who had offered their services and turned down the offers of alcohol. She needed to be sober in an environment like this. Then there was the third precious commodity of tonight's entertainment and the one she despised most. If the men and women here wanted to rot their bodies and minds with spice for one evening of ecstasy, they were more than welcome, so long as they did not expect her to partake as well. Nor would any citizen in First Order space be partaking in spice provided by the Hutt Cartel. They valued productive citizens, not crazed junkies. But in spite of their differences... business could be done. They had shared enemies after all and this was why she had agreed to attend. A gesture of willingness on behalf of the Supreme Leader to develop a healthy working relationship in the future.
Her attire for the evening had been chosen carefully, a middle ground of the practical and the formal. This was no pristine grand ball, far from it. A dingy, grimy environment with more people in armour than fancy clothes. So here she was, dressed to reasonably impress. A little make up on the eyes, cheeks and lips to make her look older and a neat long sleeved black dress just a few inches from the ground. Tight leather gloves completed the look, running from her slender finger tips to beneath her the sleeves thus ensuring there was no skin on show anywhere on the girl's body below her neck, standing in contrast to the vast majority of women in attendance who happily paraded their legs and cleavage for attention. Still, clipped around her waste was a belt, her curved lightsaber deliberately clear to see for anyone who happened to look at the girl for long enough and a dark cloak was wrapped around her shoulders.
So she remained in the shadows. Watching and waiting. Should any of the Hutts summon her, she would be glad to grace their presence and hopefully lay the groundwork for a mutually beneficial arrangement but she was there to represent the Knights of Ren not the First Order. Hopefully the Hutts and their collection of scum and villainy understood the difference in what that meant. For now though, she was content to observe what the galactic underworld considered pleasure. It would be an eye opening experience for Sam, she was sure.
Her attire for the evening had been chosen carefully, a middle ground of the practical and the formal. This was no pristine grand ball, far from it. A dingy, grimy environment with more people in armour than fancy clothes. So here she was, dressed to reasonably impress. A little make up on the eyes, cheeks and lips to make her look older and a neat long sleeved black dress just a few inches from the ground. Tight leather gloves completed the look, running from her slender finger tips to beneath her the sleeves thus ensuring there was no skin on show anywhere on the girl's body below her neck, standing in contrast to the vast majority of women in attendance who happily paraded their legs and cleavage for attention. Still, clipped around her waste was a belt, her curved lightsaber deliberately clear to see for anyone who happened to look at the girl for long enough and a dark cloak was wrapped around her shoulders.
So she remained in the shadows. Watching and waiting. Should any of the Hutts summon her, she would be glad to grace their presence and hopefully lay the groundwork for a mutually beneficial arrangement but she was there to represent the Knights of Ren not the First Order. Hopefully the Hutts and their collection of scum and villainy understood the difference in what that meant. For now though, she was content to observe what the galactic underworld considered pleasure. It would be an eye opening experience for Sam, she was sure.