Jura did not look at Seri - she was too busy struggling with the other woman. "Ghu!" The Twi'lek gasped, her body arching, pushing her chest up - both of her breasts now on display, the chest band gone. She was struggling, her voice, movements filled with desperation. Finally, after a couple of moments, the Twi'lek seemed to loose her strength, as she slackened, her body going limp.
Seri lets free a desperate, panting gasp, slumping backward. But her fingers stay hooked around the garotte, the cord digging painfully into her soft, unworked hands. Almost in spite of herself, she tugs once, hard - as if to make sure the deed is done - before she collapses fully and releases the Twi’lek. She wonders with a sense of dread, if she’s just killed her or not.
Nami’s stomach sinks. Now, really? But she’s used to masking these kind of feelings. And now she feels a certain tingle of anticipation, the part of her that yearns to please. This is her taking charge of her own destiny, isn’t it? The only power she ever really has is in powerlessness… But what about Kaelaen? They’ve already agreed splitting up is a terrible idea. Nami wants her to stay close enough for both their safety, but not close enough to watch whatever’s about to happen… Trying to hide all this conflict, she nods brightly to the man. “Of course, lead the way! I’d be very grateful if we can come to an arrangement.”
