Dinner and a Show

Your walk didn’t last for long as you came upon a building with a glowing blue neon sign on the front of it depicting a Twi’lek on a pole behind a bowl of food, just the place you were looking for. Entering the building was a pretty standard affair. The people manning the reception desk asked for a club membership card or that you joined the club to enter. It actually surprised you when you didn’t need to hand over an ID card or something similar, just to give your name and pay a fee that was basically a week’s dues.

The interior of the club was not so familiar, yet not so different from what you are used to. In the centre, multiple poles stretched from the ground on up multiple floors. Each floor contained platforms for dancers to dance on. Around the platforms were tables and booths for people to sit at and enjoy the show. Around the outside edge of the floor were booths that allowed for some privacy, apparently they also had holo-projectors in the tables, so that those patrons too far from the platforms could get their fix via recorded Twi’lek beauty.

Your eyes fall upon a rather standard bar and grill ensemble off to one side and you make your way over to it. Looking at the menu, many of the meal names were, of course, vastly different from what you are used to. No schnitzel to be had here, that would require Germans and chickens, neither such being existed here. At least steak was on the menu, so opting for the familiar, that was what you ordered, finding a table in view of the ground floor stage.

While you waited for your order to come to you, you observed the local delicacy. At the moment there were only three Twi’leks of the possible nine on stage, but they were certainly pulling their weight. The one closest to you was the one you focused your attention on, a blue skinned Twi’lek. While you weren’t close enough to pick out the finer details, the fact she was wearing what amounted to a bikini with an added loincloth certainly left little to the imagination, and this in your opinion was a good thing. Her body was taut and smooth, not enough muscle to stick out but certainly no fat. It stretched, flexed, and twisted in enticing fashion as the girl spun around her pole, and squatted, twirled, kicked or otherwise danced her way around her station.

While you were busy watching the dancer, your meal arrived for you, carried by a human girl, much to your surprise, in a cute beige button up top with form fitting trousers. She scowled at you and then at the Twi’lek dancing as she placed the plate in front of you.

“Problem miss?” you ask, though you are pretty sure you know what the issue is.

“None at all ma’am, please enjoy your meal” she replied, in a cute Coruscanti accent before turning around and leaving.

You frowned at her response, wondering what the issue was. With a mental shrug, you then turned to your meal, Nerf steak with a mess of greens that were probably vegetables of some sort. If you had to describe Nerf Steak, it would be a cross between lamb and beef. That it was cooked rather well did it further justice in your opinion. For a drink you just had a cheap ale, it was light and refreshing, and that was what was important. It did, however, surprise you that there were no soft drinks at all, merely alcoholic beverages. You’d have thought they would have had something other than **** available, but oh well.

“Was everything to your taste ma’am?” asked the cute human waitress after you finished with your meal.

“It was quite nice thank you, I’ll have the cheque if you don’t mind” you reply, and the girl handed you a sheet of something that looked like paper, but was actually called ‘Flimsy’. The bill came to a whopping 20 credits and that included the drink you had with dinner.

“I was expecting a little more expensive for such a fine meal with such cute serving staff” you say offhandedly as you take out a credit chip with a predetermined amount of credits on it. The girl blushed at your comment as she took out a datapad so you could pay.

“And here I thought you were only interested in the aliens” The girl commented as she flicked her eyes over the blue forms of the dancers.

“A novelty, no aliens where I’m from, and apparently Twi’leks are in popular demand just about everywhere” you say to her.

“If you say so” the waitress said under her breath as she sorted out your bill. You grinned at the girl’s obvious jealousy. “Is there anything else for today?” she asked and you shook your head.

“That was all, though I do hope we meet again” you say, getting up from your table. “I’d love to hear what you sound like in the throes of orgasm” you comment lightly, turning away from the waitress as she began to sputter. You saunter out of the club with a grin on your face, making sure to shake your arse in the hopes the waitress was staring.

Once outside, you took a moment to consider what your next course of action should be before shrugging and deciding to walk back to your ship. It was on your way there that you walked past an alleyway that was completely devoid of life. That alone, in a city like Coruscant, is noteworthy enough, but the near imperceptible noises coming from it piqued your interest more. You stop outside the alleyway and use your god powers to see what was going on.

With your powers, you saw a blue-skinned Twi’lek being held up by three human men. One man, who was behind her, had even slipped his hands under the Twi’lek’s crop top and was clearly getting a good feel in. The Twi’lek was prevented from screaming by way of the second guy who had his arm wrapped around her face, while the third guy was in front of her, undoing his belt.

You blink, turn to the alley and continue on at a nice brisque walk until you arrived at the sight of the **** in progress.

“Evening gentlemen” you begin in a nice calm voice. “Or is it morning? Can’t tell when there’s no sun” you say, frowning as you contemplate this.

“You wanna add yerself to this party?” asked one of the three men, his eyes running up and down your body with lustful glee.

“Not particularly” you reply with a deadpan look. “Sorry to be a bother, but if you could let go of the Twi’lek, that’d be great” you say and the men start barking with laughter. The third guy turned to face you, not even bothering to do his trousers up again, and placed his hand on his blaster.

“You gonna make us?” he asked. You brush back your jacket and hover your hand over your LeMat blaster like an old western cowboy.

“Sure” you say in a deadly quiet voice. The third guy’s eyes widened as he realised you too had a gun and made to pull his blaster out. With the reflexes of a god, you drew your LeMat and shot him from point blank in the stomach, causing him to fold over as a bright bolt of energy detonated in his guts.

Before the third guy had hit the floor, you extended your arm and retargeted, blasting the first guy in the head as he tried to duck away from the Twi’lek. The second guy was a touch smarter and just dropped the Twi’lek and ran. You still managed to get him in the back though.

“Are you okay?” you ask the Twi’lek who was busy righting her clothes. With how her hands were shaking, you’d guess that she wasn’t doing so good.

“Y-yes” the Twi’lek stammered, hugging herself for a moment while she tried desperately to catch her breath. “N-name’s Tanna” she told you, giving you a taste of her Coruscanti accent.

While the girl was getting a hold of herself, you decided to check her out. She was a blue skinned Twi’lek wearing a grey crop top that stopped a little below her bustline, and her legs were covered with a pair of tight, leather-like trousers.

“Do you need me to walk you home?” you ask the girl who shook her head.

“Actually, I need you for something else,” Tanna replied. “I’m appropriating your skills for the good of the Republic” she told you.

“Yeah, no” you say, giving the Twi’lek a deadpan look. “I don’t work for the Republic” you tell her and Tanna gave a frustrated groan.

“Look, I’ll do anything okay? Anything!” Tanna told you. You raised an eyebrow as you heard this.

“Anything you say?” you ask and Tanna gave you a look like she had just eaten a lemon.

“Yes anything” she confirmed.

“Well then” you begin, twirling your blaster around your finger before slamming it into your holster with a flourish. “What’s the job?” you ask.

“There’s a club that’s been selling it’s dancers off to the Hutt Cartels as slaves,” Tanna told you. “I’ve been trying to get evidence or even rescue the girls, but it’s all on the inside, and I don’t have any backup” she told you.

“So, you want me to launch a one woman **** on a club that’s running a hu...err... sentient trafficking ring?” you ask. Tanna gave you a sheepish look.

“I’ll help?” she suggested. You made a show of looking for guns on her person and the Twi-lek gave you an annoyed huff. “I’ll take a blaster from one of these guys!” she snapped at you.

“Great, we’ll stage a two woman **** on a club suspected of trafficking women” you say. “Get your shit in order, we’re burning daylight!” you say enthusiastically.

“Wait wha? But there’s no sun . . . and there’s . . . kriff it! Why am I arguing?!” Tanna said, squatting down to relieve one of the men of their blaster. You raise an eyebrow at the thing, it was a cylinder mounted on another cylinder which had a trigger welded to it.

“Are you sure that’s a weapon?” you ask and Tanna looked at you as she straightened up, attaching the belt to her person.

“Of course it is! The Armatech 44-50 is a rugged and reliable model of blaster that’s used the galaxy over!” she told you.

“It looks like the prop department didn’t have enough money for real weapons and bluetacked some PVC together” you replied with a deadpan look.

“I have no idea what any of that means, come on! We’re burning dayli- the kriff am I saying?” Tanna said, shaking her head before storming off. You chuckle as you follow after her.