Sith lady

Before you can say anything, the Sith officer says, "Look at how the men in here are drooling over those dancers! It's disgusting! They aren't even the same species!"

Sensing an opportunity, you nod sympathetically. "It's not right, is it? They should stick with their own kind. I bet they don't even know what they're missing."

"That's true," she replies. "Of course, most of them won't talk to me anyway once they find out I'm with the Sith. But you seem like someone who can appreciate true beauty."

"I'm looking at it now." You know the line is ridiculous, but it's pretty obvious that this woman is both desparate and a sucker.

She looks you up and down, then smiles. "Thanks. I'm Sarna, by the way. Tell you what, why don't you come over to my place in a little bit? A bunch of us from the military base are going to blow off some steam."

"Sounds good," you say, and get directions.

A while later, you find yourself ringing the door chime at her door. When it opens, you see Sarna, as well as several other Sith officers of both genders in various stages of undress. A grin spreads on your face as you realize what kind of "party" this really is.