The Show Must Go On

The missions always comes first. Aayla knew the dangers when she accepted the mission from the council and now she must face them head on. Taking a deep breath, Aayla walked around the building and relaxed her arms by her side.

She knew she had to act naturally so the scum dwelling down there would believe she was a real prostitute. As she walked back onto the sidewalk, heads began turning her directions and a multitude of catcalls began swirling around.

Stay focused, Aayla thought, these men aren't the target, Turk is!

Aayla went over her suspect's description in her head one more time. _Short, stocky, human male. Messy blond hair and always wore black. _Aayla attempted to kept her eyes peeled for anyone matching that description as she wandered down the lower level, but these low-life citizens were making it much more difficult.

"Hey! Baby, why don't bring that ass over here! We'll make it worth your time," A man said from within a small group.

Aayla ignored him and attempted to pass by them, she was almost clear when she felt a firm hand grasp her bare bottom and gave it a squeeze.

She swiftly turned around and asked them:

"What the hell do you want?"

"I thought it was obvious," He responded, putting a hand on her waist and pulling her closer.