<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1b/Vialiah.jpg)</div>Vialiah was distracted enough by the apparition of the starlet to avert her gaze from Solomon for a few moments. She finished her own drink as she moved her head back towards the human.<strong> “Sure, we’d be interested… but you haven’t answered the second part of my question… Who are we protecting her from? We’re a bit overqualified to keep some overzealous fans away from a pop star…”</strong>Not that Vialiah minded the idea of babysitting the singer, it would be bit more glamorous than their usual gigs. However, with jobs like these, there was invariably a catch.<br/><br/>Vialiah remembered their last supposed milk run all too well. They had been hired to smuggle some designer pets off some research facility and to Nar Shaddaa, where they would be distributed on the black market. Only the little critters were apparently so valuable that they got a group of elite mercs sent after them. What had appeared like the easiest of jobs had still turned into a struggle for survival and in the end their fee barely covered their expenses. None of the crew was very eager for a repeat of that.<br/><br/>She had not missed how the human kept on stealing glances at her chest so she gave him a treat by arching her back enough to give him an even deeper view into her cleavage.<strong> “As for the fee… I would need to get half of the credits in advance, otherwise there is no deal. I’m sorry darling, just a company policy.” </strong>She gave him a wink and then apologetically pouted her lips.<br/>