Curiosity killed the Calikasian, but it only attracts the handsome smuggler.

The smart thing would probably be to walk away from all of this right then and there, but you never could refuse a request from Evie. Partly because she was among the handful of individuals you could consider a friend, but mostly because, when you did favors for her, you tended to get repaid in sexual favors and that was hard to refuse. Besides, you'd already been shot at over this whole thing so you might as well see what the deal is, right? No harm in that.

"Guess I might as well. It'll be nice to know why I was gettin' shot at, for once.", you say and then gesture for Evie to lead the way so you can follow her to this mystery Raxasian.

She leads the way towards one of the alcoves off of the main entrance and then proceeds to flip open a hidden panel with a touch of her metallic fingers. A hidden doorway, huh? Should've seen that coming given the fact this used to be an elaborate pleasure cruiser for the rich, powerful and eccentric, but you're still slightly surprised that Evie had access to such a thing. You suppose the modified sex-droid has to know every inch of the repurposed ship, but getting a system like that working again was still impressive.

She presses a few buttons in the revealed surface beneath the panel and the wall to your left slides upwards to reveal a doorway. The room revealed is a rather opulent one. It's a bedroom (as you expect many rooms in the pleasure cruiser were), but it seems to be very rich in it's furnishings and decoration. The bed and other furniture are actual wood ( a rarity on the Junk Moon where almost everything is recycled scrap metal) and there don't seem to be any haphazard patches here. Stepping into the room is much like stepping into the past, you think, of when this was a fully functioning ship and this room was probably a hidden meeting place for even more illicit affairs to take place.

As you step in, you can almost believe you stepped into the past as the sole occupant of the room is the Raxasian from the picture and she seems even more bang-able in person than she did on the datapad. Her reptilian facial features are still alien to you, though not unattractive, but they are made somehow regal by the way she holds her head high and the soft curls of her hair caress her cheeks and brow. She is garbed in what even you can tell is an expensive dress, the fabric a diaphanous silk the same color of her pink scales inlaid with sparkling clear jewels. The dress hugs a lithe and sinuous body, her limbs long and supple, her waist slender, hips generously curved and breasts fair in size, perhaps a perky C-cup that would fill you hand nicely. She wears cloth sandals, the bottoms padded with leather and the thongs looking to be some sort of gold thread, on her feet, as you are given to understand is the customary footwear of Raxasians as the scales on their feet are delicate and do not do well encased in shoes. Her feet are dainty and her legs held demurely closed as she sits on the edge of the bed, her golden eyes fixed on you...or you suppose they are as, without pupils, it is hard to tell.

"What isss thisss? Who isss thisss...ssscruffy ruffian you have brought before me, droid? I have told you I am not one of you whoresss to presssent sssad and lonely men like thisss one to.", the Raxasian says, her soft and sibilant voice haughty and affected, touched with a hiss when speaking some words as many Raxasians have when speaking the common universal tongue, "No, never mind that, he isss of no importanccce. The huntersss? They have been put down?"

If a droid could bristle at somebody's tone, Evie would have and you can tell why. The Raxasian may be a babe, but fuck if she isn't a snobby bitch on top of it. Plus, sad and lonely? Come on. What part of you looked sad and lonely? A dashing, charming spacer like you? No way.

"You...knew about that then?", Evie asked of the Raxasian and, if she could have done it through gritted teeth, you could tell she would have, "That they would be coming?"

"Yesss, of courssse. I had told you I wasss in hiding. What did you think I wasss hiding from, droid?", the Raxasian says with a put upon sigh, as though Evie was asking stupid questions.

If Evie weren't a droid, that would probably have been the moment she had to take to collect herself, but, instead, she put a smile on her face and inclined her head to the Raxasian. "I'm sorry, My Lady. I should have known.", she says with far more poise and calm than you would have shown in the face of such rudeness, "The hunters, as you call them, are taken care of. By this man here, in fact. May I present Captain Derrick Halloway, a friend to we here in the Salvaged Siren."

At hearing that you had dispatched the hunters after her, the Raxasian looks to you with a bit more interest, though no less haughty and arrogant confidence. "Did he now? Well then, perhapsss he isss not ssso ussselesss asss I thought he appeared. But, then, you barbariansss of the outer reachesss are ssskilled killersss, I have heard."

You stiffen at her words and start to open your mouth to say something, but Evie puts a hand upon your arm and shakes her head, trying to get you to swallow your anger and your words silently. You find it difficult to do so, given how much the snobby Raxasian is asking for somebody to tear her a new asshole. Very difficult. Very, very difficult.