Name: Carys Suögan<br/>Species: Human<br/>Class: Smuggler<br/>Specialization: Scoundrel<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/u00c9mt.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">current outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/Wq3FwRr.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">character sheet</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1897580 (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1897580)</div></div>Tagging: Isoldia<br/>Location: Back room -- Lost Twi'lek<br/><br/>Carys felt AMAZING.  She was losing sure, but<em>who cares</em>?  Her head was spinning in a pleasant way, and her skin was tingly -- all the way down to her pussy that was now as hot and wet as Nal Hutta.  She found herself touching her face, or enjoying the feeling of the different textures of net in her dress, sometimes absentmindedly running over her nipples that jolted bolts of pleasure through her nervous system.<br/><br/>She smiled lazily with great joy at the mistress. "I would adore an advance." she said without thinking about it.  I've done so many jobs across the galazy, I'm sure I can fill in for what they do." she looked the woman up and down "I do hope the are... personal assistants."  Carys suddenly realized what she had just said, and blushed.  "I'm on a roll here" (she isn't) "I'm sure I'll be back in the black soon".  She looked down and cursed as she realized she had lost again.  "Any way I could get a re-fill?"