In a club again

The guards at the entrance ask you to step aside, so they can search you for weapons. As you are checked by a detector, one of them steps behind you and lifts your robe's lower half, revealing your bare butt.

Guard: Ohho, not bad! You are quite something!

In a hasty move, you pull it out of his hands and you were just about to use the **** to have a payback, the other guard says:

Guard: All clear, you may enter the club. Or, you could spend the day with us if you wish, lil' girl! It's been some time since we had such lovely company!

Lana: Not today, but thanks for the offer!

You pass the security without any problem, only a bit of a modesty loss. Once inside you make your way for the backstage, but you proceed carefully, not to raise attention. You can't just run to the back of the place after entering. The club is even worse than the one you had the pleasure to visit on Coruscant. Here, they don't even try to hide the unlawful activities! The hostesses are visibly **** females, they are all wearing shock collars on themselves. Some of them aren't even wearing anything else...! You casually draft from table to table, constantly moving towards the other end of the place. When you arr in sight of the door leading to the backstage, somebody fires a rifle at the entrance. Everybody turns there to see what is going on. There are three Gran gang members with rifles in their hands, one of them has just killed the guard who lifted your robe.

Grans are a 3 eyed species, some work for the Republic or the Separatists in high offices, some work as petty criminals throughout the galaxy

Gran: I want to speak to the manager. The protection money hasn't arrived last week, if he doesn't have it right now, I'm afraid we might have to mess this place up real bad, real fast. The Exchange doesn't tolerate delays.

The exchange is one of the oldest and greatest criminal organisations of the galaxy. The Hutt Cartel, the Black Sun, the Exchange and the Pyke Syndicate are the major criminal entities that neither the Republic/Separatists nor the ancient Sith Empires could fully suppress. A man comes forward from the back of the club. Possibly the one you were sent to get info from.

Manager: If it isn't my favorite Gran! Welcome to my club again, can I get you a drink? A nice Twi'lek girl? I...

Gran: I am not interested in anything you could possibly offer. I want the money for the boss, or the club is going to be covered in blood soon.

Manager: Look, there is no need to do anything like that! I have the money of course, it's right in my pocket, see? I am giving it to you right now, let's have this misunderstanding solved!

The manager pulls out a sonic detonator, throws it at the three Grans, whom lose their sight and hearing temporarily. This is more than enough for the Manager to pull our two blasters and shoot down the Grans in front of him.

Manager (looking at the bodies): Ah, what a mess again... Seems he Exchange never learns. Hey, you there, ****, get this mess cleaned up, it's bad for business to have 4 dead bodies at the entrance!

****: Yes, master, right away!

Everybody returns to their respective business, expect you. You can't let the manager slip out of your sight. You will have him now! You get closer to him as he is walking back to his office. When you could almost reach him, somebody grabs your shoulder from behind!