Chera felt a nervous twist as the hooded man stumbled and fumbled through his pockets looking for credits.<br/><br/><em>Come on, come on, come on...</em>she chanted in her mind, keeping one eye on him and the other on the approaching grunts.<br/><br/><strong>"Two hundred! Phew!" he called back to her with a big grin, passing her the space money. "Ah, this is my first time here... So... How do we do this?"</strong><br/><br/>"Well, we don't do it<em>here</em>, obviously," Chera quipped and leaped down from the stage with near Tamrarean grace.  She plucked the money from the stranger's hand, tossed him a wink and started slowly walking towards a door adjacent to the stage, careful to not move so fast as to attract attention, and waving her pendulous cheeks with every step to encourage her patron to stay<em>very</em>close behind her (ooc: for cover from the minions' eyes).<br/><br/>Once safely through the door, Chera dropped her seductive demeanor and rushed down the hall, straight past the open "Guest Rooms" typically used to service customers and through a door clearly marked "Employees Only!"<br/><br/>The dressing room on the other side was full of alien women in various state of undress.  Some strippers, others were working girls like Chera, and a few servers hanging about as well.  When Vaan arrived (ooc: I assume he's still following, Employees Only sign be damned) he found her frantically stuffing items in a satchel.  She quickly wrapped a raincoat around her body that fell to the crest of her thighs and tugged the zipper to her chin -- not exactly civilian clothes, but should be enough in a pinch.  She couldn't just run around the spaceport in a transparent skirt and her dick hanging out, after all.<br/><br/>"Sorry, stud.  I need to take a rain check," she said and kissed Vaan's cheek while pressing his credits back into his palm.<br/><br/>Without offering further explanation, the Vottese girl pushed through the back door and into the alley beyond.