Nova doesn’t have to look hard to find her host. As she approaches the stairs, a sunken couch comes into view. The square depression three meters to a side, it sits in roughly the center of the room. Two stairs descend from the floor level into the nook from the right side, as Nova entered the penthouse. Leaning back against a blue Twi’lek like she’s another cushion on the couch is a Devaronian dressed in loose, dark blue shirt and black pants. The Twi’lek is polishing his black horns and steals a nervous glance at Nova.<br/><br/>As Nova descends the stairs, the temperature is noticeably cooler than the balmy night outside. Low music becomes clear, a smooth groove with a sultry woman’s voice conveying poetic descriptions of what she wants from her lover. The astromech is waiting at the edge of the couch and whistles a distinct tone of annoyance seeing the bottle in her hand. A cometduster is set on its tray.<br/><br/>The bar is behind the devaronian and he rolls his head to looks at her.<strong>“Please join us,” </strong>he motions to the couch.<strong>“It’s difficult to conduct business when we can’t see each other.”</strong><br/>