Large, dark eyes blinked but didn't focus, not leaving the bartender's gaze, though her antennae subtly shifted, their node-like tips tilting to both point towards the other alien girl, "looking" at her, exploring for a moment. They saw much that Vai's eyes didn't or couldn't, they smelled, sensed, looked and listened all at once, delivering feedback instantly across the network of subdermal synapses that made up her nauelli equivalent of a brain. And what they picked up was a lovely young woman, drunk and lost, and very,<i>very</i>into Vai.<br/><br/>"Work? Besides the whole 'oldest profession' thing, work on Bay Taua has been more or less regulated by the 200s and they aren't a big fan of newcomers, so unless you're looking to go off-planet--" the bartender cut off when Vai looked away from him entirely, the ex-smuggler focusing her gaze fully, now, on the lustful, tight-tented Tori.<br/><br/>"Did you lose something, little<i>noai</i>?" the gutterblue purred, her accent drifting off a little into a less savory form of the Nauelli tongue, a kind of rolling sound that incorporated and bastardized the constant strings of diphthongs that the language often used, mangling them into clipped, warbled sounds that sounded truly bizarre in Universal. "Or..." Vai tilted her body fully on the stool to face the ex-servant, showing off more of the body within the lapels of her jacket; slender and flexible, a fitted lavender undershirt the only thing underneath her sleeveless overcoat. Her eyes drifted pointedly downward, one brow arching as she took in the sight of Tori's raging, drunken erection. Her lips widened into a smile. "...Rather, have you found something?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>