Ep V: Chapter 4

Coruscant is home to plenty of sex workers and every possible way to access them, but Enthea generally avoids that. She’s self-conscious, ever since everything that happened with Laki. She feels as though Laki is still watching her, somehow. She’s compelled to show… what, exactly? She doesn’t know how to put it into words. Enthea just doesn’t want anyone’s help.

That doesn’t make her life any easier. And the **** lets her know that the hot waitress is tired, her feet hurt, and the last thing that she wants is to get frisky with a shrimpy Dathomirian.

So Enthea sits moodily at the bar, stirring her drink and keeping a wary eye out. There’s a cute Twi’lek in the corner, but she’s with a date. Enthea has learned not to rule anything out; that date could go bad at any second. There’s a human woman who reminds her a little of Blu Bahls, but she’s a little on the wiry side. Enthea hasn’t had any company for several days, and when she’s pent up her urges change a little. She becomes hungrier for someone with a little more in the way of curves.

Like the busty girl behind the bar, whose minimalist, midriff-baring top makes sure that all the jiggle and curves in the galaxy are on display. She even has a nice bulge in the front of her shorts. But the bar girl is a Rodian, and Enthea has no experience with Rodians. That doesn’t stop her from admiring that heavy, swaying bust as the bar girl walks past. Or her narrow hips and round ass. Enthea takes a long drink.

The Trandoshan at the bar beside her knocks on the surface with a rough fist and says something rude to the bar girl.

Enthea gazes at the bottles behind the bar, wondering how much drinking she can get away with. She has to present herself to the Council in the morning. There is no doubt at all that they will have a new mission for her. There’s no downtime anymore, not with the Laki investigation, the Separatists, and everything going on here on Coruscant.

The Rodian bar girl politely replies to the Trandoshan in the negative.

The Trandoshan says something else, a little louder this time.

“Hey,” Enthea says disinterestedly. “Leave her alone. She said she’s not interested.”

The Trandoshan turns, looming in a fashion that he probably thinks is menacing. After all, all he sees is a tiny Dathomirian wearing the jacket of a dock worker.

Enthea doesn’t even need the **** for this anymore.

“Don’t,” she warns. The Trandoshan holds her yellow gaze for a moment, then pushes away from the bar and stalks out.

And right behind him is that pretty twi’lek, with her date, hand in hand. Probably going back to his place.

Enthea sighs wistfully and goes back to her drink.