The hand on Tiala's thigh shifted inwards, between her legs, fingers rubbing firmly through the thin fabric of her leggings.<br/><br/>"From what I can tell, it looks like you've had mostly downs," Zek replied, fingers swirling. "You're overdue as it is, and Terak's patience is wearing out." With a sudden yank, Zek pulled down the twi'lek's top until her breasts spilled out. "Why should he sink his credits into a dead-end smuggling operation, when he could just put these on display and let the money pour in?"<br/><br/>As if to emphasize the point, several patrons turned to look at Tiala, making no effort to hide their leering. Zek gave Tiala's breast another firm squeeze, now for the benefit of the growing audience.<br/><br/>"In fact," he continued, "I have half a mind to haul you off to Terak right now. Unless you've got a way to change my mind..." The bounty hunter's voice trailed off into a gruff laugh.