<b>Captain’s Quarters, <i>Lucky Hand<br/>
</i></b><br/>Kameron chuckled as he headed back towards the raised bed platform, watching as Jiljoo spun around one of the support poles. As much as this was going to be an educational experience for him, he was looking forward to it. “No requests, just orders, eh?” he said, stepping up to stand beside the pole and the Twi’lek, hands reaching to hold her curvaceous hips. “So... if I was to to want you to dance or do something else for me, what would I say?” His fingers toyed with the lower hem of her tank top, lifting it to expose her beautiful cerulean flesh.