"Why don't we warm up here first?"

|| TARIS: UPPER CITY CANTINA ||

Sarna gives you a broad, tipsy smile. "I'll get us some drinks."

You purchase two pints of Tarisian ale from the bar, and return to Sarna's table. You chat about various things, the conversation often returning to the Sith military base. Sarna continually points out how lonely it can get up there, and you sympathize.

By the time she's finished her drink, Sarna is well and truly drunk, and makes no bones about her attraction to you. She has edged her chair closer to yours, and runs her fingers through your hair, with one hand resting easily on your thigh.

"Will you come to the party? I really need to blow off some steam," she murmurs in your ear.