Don't risk it. Unwind with another "dancing girl" instead.

You decided against going up to see the Twi'lek. Something in your gut told you not to. And a good deed was it's own reward. That was the motto you lived your life by, right?

Of course, you were still painfully aroused, and your erection wasn't going to take care of itself. Luckily, Maz's place had you covered. You walked the length of the cantina, admiring the flesh on display. There were humans of every colour in the spectrum, as well as aliens like Twi'leks, Togrutas and Zabraks, as well as some others that sane humans tended not to be attracted to.

Before long, your discerning eye had filtered out the chaff. The wheat you were left with consisted of two beings, one a Zeltron, a famous pleasure species, the other: A Clawdite. Though their true form was beyond offputting, they possessed the power to shapeshift. Something that made their services as prostitutes quite highly prized.