Secret Strip Club

Officially, there is no strip club, brothel or similar establishment on Starlight Beacon. How would that look? The station is supposed to represent the Republic in the best light, and important ambassadors or senators stumbling onto a red light sector would definitely not further this agenda.

*However*, Administrator Velko Jahen knows that sexuality is an important and healthy part for the lives of many of the galaxy's species. That is why, after she discovered an unauthorized strip club in the backrooms of her favourite cantina, she made sure that it would be run ethically and securely, rather than shutting it down. Unofficial and secret, yet regulated and endorsed by the Administrator herself, the operation thrives in this odd limbo.

Cutting through maintenance corridors, the Soikan woman makes her way towards *Unity*, her nipples pushing against the uniform, her insides twisting in excitement, her mind racing to come up with a good way to conceal her identity.

Is she *actually* about to do this? She visited the establishment a couple of times, but always on "official" business, only secretly enjoying a few glances at the performers. Although it has crossed her mind, she never thought she would actually provide the patrons with a show of her own! But now it's too late, the idea already burned itself into her horny brain and threatens to go beyond her panties and soak her trousers as well if not satisfied soon.

Velko finally remembers how to access the area behind the stage through a maintenance hatch - this would also solve the problem of concealing her identity, since they offer a variety of masks and helmets to help performers who prefer to stay anonymous. The club has actually been quite a success, with many amateurs using the opportunity to explore their exhibitionistic desires in a safe environment.

Before entering, she takes off her uniform jacket betraying her rank. She smiles as she notices her nipples perking up through the thin grey fabric of her tight undershirt. After peeking through the hatch to make sure the room is empty, she slips through and quickly puts on one of the **HELMETS**: a sleek silver Mandalorian helmet, comple??menting her silver skin. She takes a look in the mirror and decides that the braid of snow-white hair still showing under the helmet wouldn't be a problem, since most members of her species shared this hair-color.