<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e1/Nyala_Orn.png)</div><strong>Nyala Orn</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1rZvDr753u0xglvSlb3SymASWRq8If9RPAI2JzTb-OgE/edit)[/url]<br/><br/>A purple twi'lek with a ripe young body, tight waist, and full breasts walked slowly around the stage show at a polite distance, not interfering with the men enjoying the show.<br/><br/><em>I was always vaguely bothered by the knowledge that one day I'd be up there, gyrating for random men, pleasing them if they paid my master's fee.  <br/><br/>   Now that I really and truly know that's not my destiny, i'm kind of wistful.</em><br/><br/>Taking note of the crowd, it crossed the young twi'lek's mind that she'd really made a mistake not showing up fully decked out.  She had a blaster on her belt and a vibrodagger in one boot.  Any man back home would have left the house wearing the same, and any free woman who chose to protect herself rather than relying on her man.  Here, though, she could be wearing her gladiator armor and vibroblade, too, and not looked heavily armored.  She saw heavy blaster pistols aplenty, and rifles too.  Some of those wearing armor she was pretty sure were part of her new guild, but not all.  No, she'd chosen a nice white off the shoulder t-shrit that showed off her taut little waist and a short skirt that breathed really well.  Her armor and extra weapons--like her extensive collection of tools and her cred stick--were in the room safe at the little hotel she'd taken a room at upon reaching Tatoine.<br/><br/>Flashing the dancing girls a wistful smile, she made her way up to the ginger human and raven haired Zabrack.  "Mind if i join you, girls?" she inquired, having yet to catch wind of the real show.  "My names Nyala Orn."