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Seri swallows, feeling a touch of nervousness. Has she been played, or just pranked? “I can pay.” She offers, remembering the rest of what the Weequay told her. “To see your specialist equipment?”

Seri approaches a little more warily, caught off guard by the Bothan. She does her best to settle back into her role, with a light smile and a confident tilt of her chin. “Actually, I was told this was the place to look for… specialist equipment?” She raises an eyebrow to keep up the effect...

Hoping to finally update a few chapters once work is done for the year! But man, RP time has been sustaining me!

(Edit: somehow the latter bit of my post vanished before posting! Fixing now!) Seri grins brightly, perhaps a little too teasingly, but she can’t suppress the buzz of satisfaction she feels. Mentally, she ticks off the latest investments: 19,250. It might be excessive, counting every credit...

Seri tries her best not to smirk too hard, as she makes the exchange. “So, how does this work? Am I coming back later, or do you know where I can find what I need already?” She keeps herself leant forward, keeping up the pressure of her appearance and natural charms. She can’t deny it, she...

Seri smirks, projecting an air of confidence that she almost feels. “300 for this, right?” She pats the pocketed blaster. “Considering how much damage someone like me can do with slicing, take away the fact that you’re giving me information, and not the actual hardware…” She leans forward...

Seri can’t entirely blame a merchant for looking for a few more credits, but she’s still wary. She slides the blaster over, slipping it into the pocket of her cropped jacket. The weight of it - even if it’s small - is reassuring. She’ll play along for now, feel out exactly what his angle is...

It seems reasonable enough to her - though Seri’s painfully aware she really has no concept of the cost of these things. She accepts it though, and readily processes the credits. Thinking for a moment, she decides to take a risk with the merchant - if he’s selling Imperial weaponry, he might...

Seri actually finds herself suppressing a soft “ohh”, as she inspects the miniature weapon. It’s compact, stubby little thing, and entirely perfect for her purposes. “I’ll take it.” She nods eagerly, then after a moment adds, “Um, how much, exactly?”

Seri runs her eyes over the assortment. She’s not exactly a weapons-expert. But she’s seen enough to know what the various implements of violence can do. That bigger means a louder - but not necessarily more effective - form of attack. “I’m looking for…” she tilts her head, what she hopes is a...

Seri drifts through the market, overwhelmed - but not uncomfortably so - by the sights and sounds and scents all around. Carefully, she considers what she needs - a weapon for protection, a change of clothes, slicing equipment. Of course, there are plenty of things to draw the eye, from...

Seri stretches, easing out the kinks and kricks in her back and shoulders, a lithe, fluid set of motions. Staying put makes the most sense. But, there’s also the matter of supplies. She can’t expect Kaangor to provide for everything, and besides, a little bit of retail therapy can’t hurt...

She bathes in it all as she lets the water dull her aches. The taste, the scent, the sensation of freedom all soothes her till she finally feels shut off from the station around her. She stays that way for a long time, forearms leant against the wall of the shower, back arched to relish the...

Seri can’t help but grin. It feels so good to have someone help her for a change. True, she may have incentivised that help with a few favours, but still. She finds herself anticipating her later meeting, and the arrangements that Kaangor will have made. Now alone, she slips out of her...

Seri lets out a gasp of relief as the collar comes away, and clinks to the floor. There’s a part of her - a small, vulnerable part - that suddenly finds herself missing the pressure on her throat. But the damn thing was more trouble than it was worth, and would have raised far too many...

Seri fixes the sweetest smile she can on her face, tilting her head to the side. Her fists clench into tiny pink balls, held behind her back as she tries to redirect the mounting tension and uncertainty she feels. Despite her discomfort, she does her best to project calm and patience, and...

Seri breathes a sigh of relief as he departs, sinking back down onto the bed. Her head is spinning, both from the flare of panic, and the aftermath of her orgasms. And she still really needs that shower. She swings her feet idly over the edge of the bed, trying to occupy herself, and keep her...

Seri grimaces, eyes wide as she instantly regrets her panic. She waves her hands, trying to appear far more relaxed that she is. “Oh no! No it’s nothing like that!” She grins broadly, perhaps a little too wide, stepping in after him, “It was just a - a game, that went a little too far…” She...

Seri turns as she’s bidden, feeling safe enough in his presence to let him carry out his inspection. That doesn’t last long, and her eyes practically bulge with shock at his words. She turns back around, looking up at him, unable to contain her fright. “A buh- a bomb?” She stammers, her...

Seri stands, suddenly very aware of her state of undress. And of the collar still around her neck. She needs that shower dreadfully, her body sticky and warm both inside and out. And while she isn’t opposed to company, she really does want to get clean. “Tell you what.” She smiles impishly...