Enara hadn’t missed what Daron had done to the poor native girl.<strong>“By the Force you’re one sick bastard Daron Fell.”</strong>Even though she had shared a bed with the bastard on several occasions, she still realized full well how crazily perverted he was. But he was a good shot and reliable under duress which made him an asset to their crew.<strong>“Just forget about the local wench and focus on the job at hand. We might have to shoot our way out of here soon.” </strong><br/><br/>As they followed the Twi’lek, she tried to use the Force to help her anticipate any danger, but she didn’t feel any disturbances. Either the shadow broker’s plan was too subtle for her to pick up on or he had no intention of attacking them at all. The Zeltron hoped the latter was true, but she wasn’t very convinced that would be the case.<br/><br/>There was an air of danger in the room, but then such places always did. With so much destructive energy in one place, it was only naturally that it would explode from time to time. Every shady night club owner in the Galaxy knew as much. Enara catches herself staring at the Twi’lek’s ass. Now was not the time… but she wouldn’t mind some alone time with the crimson beauty. Zeltrons and Twi’lek’s were made for each other and she made a mental note to try and convince the woman of that if their meeting went well.<br/><br/>The three of them followed her into her personal booth. If they had expected the shadow broker to be waiting there for them, they were disappointed. Enara raised an eyebrow and then checked with the captain.<strong>“What kind of game are they playing with us here?”</strong><br/>