<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Star Wars: Lady Unlucky</span></em></strong></span></span></div><br/><em>"Boss? Boss. I swear, if you're getting-"</em>A hand reached down to the comlink, clipped to an easily accessible belt clip, and casually flicked it off. Then it drifted lower, rough fingers squeezing into the soft flesh of a shapely thigh.<br/><br/>"No reason to bring your thug into this," Zek Dyron said, his other hand sliding up Tiala's side until it pawed at her breast. The patrons of<em>The Kyber Club</em>paid no mind to the twi'lek being molested in one of the side-booths. After all, the girls employed by the club did a lot more, wearing a lot less, for a very reasonable price. As if to emphasize the point, a togruta wearing nothing but high-heels and a very short skirt casually refilled Zek's drink, giving him a sly wink before moving on to the next table.<br/><br/>"You're behind on your payments," the bounty hunter continued, his hand slipping shamelessly down the front of the twi'lek's shirt. "He sent me to remind you that if you're not profitable as a smuggler, then there are other ways for you to earn your keep." He pinched firmly on her nipple, rolling it slowly between his fingers. "Think of this as collecting on interest. I'll leave when I'm satisfied you have some kind of valuable skillset." He rolled his hips beneath Tiala, grinding up against her, arousal plainly evident. "Or maybe I'll just leave when I'm satisfied, period."