Private New Guest, Old Friend

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

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"Squamish? Honestly, Pateesa. We are professionals. Squamish is a luxury you and I no longer have. Anxious, perhaps, or hyper vigilant as something is not to our preference." She paused to slice into her meal. "I understand the feeling, regardless of the words."

Tan'yill listened to the zabrak woman speaking, but were unable to fully agree with her. Since they had got Tae'l Vizsla , Tan'yill had become a totally different person than before. More squeamish, sensitive and more careful out on missions, to name a few differences that had changed after she had become a mother. Tan'yill nodded gently, feeling the urge to say something against the crimson womans words.

''Well... Maybe we still have, but don't see it?'' she put in, before Zenva continued. Apparently, Zenva had a bit of a doubt in the both mothers situations and abilities. Soomething that Tan was sorely determined to change.

"I think you might be slightly distracted, my Riduur'alor." She said, straightening in her seat once more.

Tan'yill looked up with slight confusion at her guest, feeling Zenva's intense gaze upon her and not knowing exactly what to do with it. She didn't have have the time to get back to Zenva, before she continued.

"I hadn't thought to give them vibro-generators though. That sounds like it could be terribly fun." A warm laugh rolled from the Zabrak as she took up her wine glass again, smiling wickedly.

''Oh, they're fun like you wouldn't believe, babe... If you are the one to go up close and personal, which I take it you are, Zenny... A vibro-generator in these would be aweome...'' Tan said with an equally wicked smile as she examined the gauntlets, taking another sip of the wine as she did.

As for the weapon mounts, the crimon lady wasn't entirely satisfied with what she had got now and described an improvement which Tan'yill immediately started to think about, before she put the gauntlets back onto the tray brought by the droid, and took another bite of the delicious meal that they had been served.

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva's armored shoulder rose and fell in a half-hearted shrug. Perhaps Tan'yill was correct, maybe she just couldn't see it. Then again, Zenva had never been very in-touch with her maternal side. Her child had often been seen as a possession in her mind, something stolen from her as a toddler and only recovered recently. A woman grown, independent and free of the dark influences of the Vrotoa clan. A stranger to her that she simply didn't understand how to speak with.

Zenva cut another piece of meat, popping it into her mouth to wash away the bitter taste of her own personal failures. She shifted her attention back to her date, and the warrior sitting across from her once again. A smile quickly met the Twi-lek's wicked smirk. "Babe? Zenny? Honestly, Tan'yill, you give me more pet names than anyone else in the entire galaxy."

A sweet, ringing laugh escaped her as she picked up her wine glass again. A hand quickly waved through the air to dismiss any concerns Tan'yill might have as she sipped her drink. "Don't worry, I think it's endearing. And, obviously yes. I'm a fan of being close. Wrist blades, and mounts." Setting down her drink, her hands dipped down to her body, touching the swords at her hips briefly. A moment later she drew out two different pistols, and carefully set them aside. "Blades, and pistols. Or four bladed pistols if we're being honest." Again Zenva drew out two more pistols, and set them with their twins off to the side. She laughed, assumed by her own humor.

Picking up her utensils again, she nearly cut into her meal before she paused. Almost frozen in place for a brief moment. "I wonder if you could get me something." She looked up, flashing a smile and waving her hands for a moment as though brushing away her words. "No, no. That's far to demanding. Forget I said anything. That's more akin to a gift for a wife anyway."

Tan'yill Vizsla

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

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A smile quickly met the Twi-lek's wicked smirk. "Babe? Zenny? Honestly, Tan'yill, you give me more pet names than anyone else in the entire galaxy."

Tan'yill somehow expected that Zenva would catch onto the pet name, by now. ''Oh, well... I guess, I... have a fondness for cute little pet names...!'' Tan replied innocently, and figured that the crimson lady had the same fodness of being called them. Then that clear ringing laugh again, being as treacherous as it was attractive. ''Considering your already piece-of-art gauntlets - call me impressed - I'll take them to our armorer and give her some directions and forward your wishes... Stars, even I'd be afraid to fight you afterwards...'' she explained, her smirk widening suggestively.

"I wonder if you could get me something." She looked up, flashing a smile and waving her hands for a moment as though brushing away her words. "No, no. That's far to demanding. Forget I said anything. That's more akin to a gift for a wife anyway."

Tan raised an eyebrow as she took another sip of wine and looked with great curiosity at her guest. She gently sat the glass of wine down and properly savoured the exquisite dark red drink. She were certainly starting to feel the effects of the pre-dinner cocktail and now a couple of glasses of wine, feeling more relaxed the longer the little dinner date went on and the more sips of wine she took.

''Don't be silly, Zenny! Come on, you can tell me! What's on your mind, Blood Matron?'' Tan encouraged and leaned forward with crossed arms on the table, feeling incredibly curious what this something would really be.

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

A giggle, nearly girlish in its softness, escaped the Zabrak. "Babe." She repeated, smiling and murmuring a few words in her vicious mother tongue as she shook her horned head. She was clearly amused by Tan'yill's insistence on giving her pet names. Then again, of the few people in the galaxy that dared to flirt with the Crimson Devil, Tan'yill was a rarity. To Zenva's knowledge at least, the Twi-lek wasn't considered criminally insane. Perhaps it was the novelty of it that amused her so much.

Tan'yill's comments about the Zabrak's armor earned another smile, serrated teeth gleaming and on full display. "My, my. Impressive enough to make a Mandolorian pause. I don't know that I've ever been given a nicer compliment about my armor." The blush that darkened Zenva's crimson cheeks was quickly hidden as she finished her wine in a single swallow, the glass briefly obscuring her sharp features.

Tan'yill's Droid moved to refill the Zabrak's glass, but Zenva was already in motion. She took the bottle from the Droid, and moved to sit on the edge of the table beside her hostess. Smiling, Zenva refilled Tan'yill's glass, nearly hovering over the Twi-lek. "Well, you see Tan'yill, you are Riduur'alor of Clan Vizsla. One of the oldest and most powerful Clans amongst all the Mandolorian peoples. Or so I'm lead to believe. It stands to reason that you have the unique ability to provide me with something that would truly make my armor spectacular. Beskar." She leaned forward, her blackened lips curled in a wicked grin. "Is that something you might help me with, Pateesa?"

Tan'yill Vizsla

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

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Tan'yill watched in silence as Zenva emptied her glass, stood up and with utter confidence strolled over to her. Her hazel eyes had turned to those green-yellowish ones that usually pierced her enemies before the finishing blow. Only now, they hadn't turned because of anger and rage, but of interest and curiosity. Not of threat and alarm. Well, not that kind of threat or alarm that would appear in a battle with blasters and blades.

She watched the glass being refilled with more red wine, then looked up at the Blood Matron, her close presence urging Tan'yill to lean back in her seat.

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"Well, you see Tan'yill, you are Riduur'alor of Clan Vizsla. One of the oldest and most powerful Clans amongst all the Mandolorian peoples. Or so I'm lead to believe. It stands to reason that you have the unique ability to provide me with something that would truly make my armor spectacular. Beskar." She leaned forward, her blackened lips curled in a wicked grin. "Is that something you might help me with, Pateesa?"

''We are the oldest, and strongest...'' Tan'yill assured in low-key, locking gazes with the Zabrak woman now almost hovering over her. Like a predator over its kill. Up till now, Tan'yill had grown accustomed to be that predator. Now, and in this particular company, she suddenly wasn't sure about their positions. That wicked black grin, those beyond confident eyes and that fine tattooed face... The space between them were so close she felt the Zabrak's scent, her choosen perfume for the night, and possibly even her breath upon her through those serrated teeth. Every alarm was going off inside the Twi'lek, but she couldn't simply respond to them. ''You got to tell me the name of your tattoo artist...'' Tan suddenly said, as she admired the tribal tattoos donning the face of the Blood Matron.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva's head tilled back, her laughter, rich and sweet, filling the room. After a moment her caustic yellow-red eyes found Tan'yill's unusual green-blue gaze once more. Zenva's blackened lips still curled in a smile as she gazed into the Twi-lek's eyes. "You are avoiding, but I'll play along since we're talking about me."

Still sitting on the end of the table, crowding Tan'yill's place at the head of her own table, Zenva folded one armored leg across the other at the knee as she set aside the bottle of wine. The lacquered metal slivers that served as her fingernails came up to gesture to the markings around her mouth and eyes. "My tattoos are familial. A part of my clans traditions. The face, and throat are done when you pass the trails to be recognized as an adult among my family. My Grandfather did mine."

Zenva's exposed fingers danced in the air between them, rolling and flashing glimpses of markings on her wrists and hands. "Others are gained through merit. Hunting something impressive enough, or leading our warriors into combat. Things of this nature. Two different aunts did most of my other tattoos, though I did let a niece learn on part of my back. That way, if she did poorly, I wouldn't have to look at it often." Again Zenva's laughter rang throughout the chamber.

Zenva's amusement slowly faded, a soft smile on her lips as she leaned in towards her hostess. "But we were talking about my armor, Darling." The metallic claws Zenva called nails began to click and rasp against the armor of her thigh. "You know, all that metal and clothe keeping most of my tattoos a secret."

Tan'yill Vizsla

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

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The little game between the two high ranking women didn't seem to end any time soon. If anything, it had deepened the moment Zenva strolled over and sat her shebs down on the table beside Tan'yill, completely throwing the term personal space out of the transparisteel window. The proud mandalorian warrior general and Riduur'alor of Clan Vizsla listened closely to what the crime syndicate baroness and Crimson Devil of Nal Hutta told her, and her green-yellowish eyes studied the work of art that donned the otherwise finely chiseled face. Tan'yill had considerably less tatoos, but the tattoos in both Zabrak and Twi'lek culture was similar in many ways. She could relate to what Zenva said.

Zenva's amusement slowly faded, a soft smile on her lips as she leaned in towards her hostess. "But we were talking about my armor, Darling." The metallic claws Zenva called nails began to click and rasp against the armor of her thigh. "You know, all that metal and clothe keeping most of my tattoos a secret."

''Our metal is rare, and expensive... It belongs to the brothers and sisters of Mandalore...'' Tan'yill stated in a low but firm tone, not giving her guest, and business partner from a couple of hours back, a direct no. As firm as she could be after that pre-dinner cocktail and the glasses of wine carefully picked out to match the dinner, but strangely equally needed to keep herself focused in the presence of the Crimson Devil. The rutian Twi'leks heart raced as the Zabrak lady leaned in closer, and she glanced once at the armored hand beginning a rythmic click and rasp against the thigh.

''You... got to be insane, if you think I'm going to... simply give away such a precious item...'' Tan'yill gulped, and had notable problems to express herself, as their breaths mingled, the faint winey smell mixing with the scent emitting from their bodies, and eventual perfumes.

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva's wicked grin deepened. The Twi-lek was clearly unsettled by her proximity, and the reactions were like nectar for the Crimson Devil's soul. She loomed as close as she dared, drinking in the nervous breathing of her counterpart. "I did say 'gift for a wife', but I suppose you aren't allowed two." Abruptly, Zenva leaned back, turning away to enjoy the Mandolorian's examination of her. "Zenva Vrotoa d'Vizsla. Hmm?" Again that sinister sweet smile curled her coal painted lips.

"Naturally, a rare and powerful material such as Mandolorian Iron, isn't going to be cheap or easy to aquire, my dear Riduur'alor. I wouldn't dream of getting it for free. The more appropriate question I suppose is, what do you desire in exchange?" Taking up the wine bottle again, Zenva put it to her lips and stole a swallow, flashing a toothy grin as she slipped back onto her feet. Again she lingered, watching Tan'yill's eyes and expression with the intensity of a starving Nexu eyeing it's next meal.

"Our relationship is about improving one another's business and insuring the other's peace and well being. Or have I misunderstood your intentions?" Zenva's sharp features shifted from smiles and amusement, to a moment of tension and something nearing anger in the Blood Matron's eyes. Turning away, the Zabrak nearly marched back to her seat, pausing to refill her glass before slithering into her chair.

The expression she wore was like a mask, void of the flirtatious excitement or deadly fury of the cutthroat criminal. Business required cold, calculating words and thoughts. The shift in mindset was evident. "Name your price, Tan'yill. Time. Credits. You have something I desire, Pateesa. What do you desire in return for such an exquisite gift?"

Tan'yill Vizsla

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

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Zenva's wicked grin deepened. The Twi-lek was clearly unsettled by her proximity, and the reactions were like nectar for the Crimson Devil's soul. She loomed as close as she dared, drinking in the nervous breathing of her counterpart.

Tan'yill stayed dead still as the crimson colored Zabrak loomed over her, like that predator about to go for the preys throat, or a lover wanting to smell and enjoy the other ones cologne. To say it was difficult to do so, not backing away and staying focused, was a great understantement. Which ever it was, Zenva was playing a game as much as she tried to make business with the Riduur'alor of Clan Vizsla.

Before the Crimson Devil again distanced herself, Tan'yill instinctively showed her grit teeth and four fangs, along with a hiss of equal parts defiance and pleasure. The Crimson Devil had something dangerously attractive to her. Mischievously alluring, sweet talking and seductive enough to even make Tan'yill Vizsla touch the line of submissiveness and hesistance. Thus, it was like a rock fell from the Twi'lek's chest when the Zabrak stood up and again strolled over to her seat. Maybe Zenva noticed this, maybe not, but Tan'yill had used every muscle to stand up against the psycological game Zenva had just put her through.

Tan'yill gently leaned forward and grabbed her glass of wine, emptying what was left in one large swig. She could breath again.

"Our relationship is about improving one another's business and insuring the other's peace and well being. Or have I misunderstood your intentions?"

''You have not... Blood Matron.'' Tan'yill stated firmly, choosing the name her honorable guest was called when they worked together for the first time.

The expression she wore was like a mask, void of the flirtatious excitement or deadly fury of the cutthroat criminal. Business required cold, calculating words and thoughts. The shift in mindset was evident. "Name your price, Tan'yill. Time. Credits. You have something I desire, Pateesa. What do you desire in return for such an exquisite gift?"

''If...'' Tan'yill begun, but stopped herself, stood up and went over to a cupboard. From there, she brought two quadratic shaped glasses and a bottle of Corellian whisky, Whyren's Reserve, and strolled over to Zenva and begun pouring them a glass each of the amber colored and strong liqour. ''If you help me find my daughter... I promise you enough beskar to make a full armor...'' Tan stated, and without thinking sat down on the table and beside Zenva in the same fashion she had done. She took a generous swig of the whisky, savouring every bit of it. ''This is good... This is really good...'' she murmured, glancing softly at the Crimson Devil, before she leaned in and lavender lips met ones black as the void of space. ''I haven't made the research on wether we're allowed to have two wives, but... the thought... intrigues me...''

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva's wicked smirk returned for a brief moment as Tan'yill assured her she was correct about the nature of their business together. The oldest of her titles dropped from the Twi-lek's lips like a stone. The seriousness of Tan'yill's tone put an end to Zenva's smirk in an instant. "I'm pleased we are on the same page, my Riduur'alor." She replied, bowing her horn crowned head slightly to the warrior woman across the table.

The Twi-lek began to answer her question. Stopping however, after only a word to stand up herself. One hairless eyebrow quirked up inquisitively as Tan'yill started to walk away from the table. The questioning look slowly turning into a scowl the further Tan'yill walked. Once she realized the Twi-lek was simply getting them a stronger drink, a dry laugh escaped the Zabrak. Shaking her head, and rolling her eyes before Tan'yill turned back to her.

Zenva's expression turned back into a mask of neutrality, her bizarre yellow-red eyes fixated on her counterpart as the Twi-lek returned, this time to her side of the table. Zenva watched, and listened in silence as Tan'yill purred them new drinks, and answered her question properly. The Zabrak's coal painted lips curled into another smile. "I assure you, Pateesa, the only thing that can stop me from bringing your child home, is if she comes back on her own before I can locate her. I will not fail you."

Tan'yill sat down on the edge of the table, much as Zenva had before her. An involuntary smirk curled Zenva's lips as she openly admired the Twi-lek's figure. Those caustic yellow-red eyes trailing slowly up and down Tan'yill's body. The warrior women paused in their conversation, each sipping her drink. "It is rather nice, yes." She murmured in agreement.

When their eyes met once more, Tan'yill leaned forward. Soft lavender lips closing on Zenva's midnight ones in a tender kiss. Without thinking, Zenva's free hand came up to grab the back of Tan'yill's neck, pulling her deeper into the kiss. She hadn't realized until that moment just how badly she had wanted this. When they broke apart, Zenva reluctantly released her hostess, but remained close enough that their breath mingled as Tan'yill spoke again.

"I hope you research that very soon, Tan'yill. I truly do. For you, I could marry. I lack the diction to properly convey how deeply honored I would be to wear your name, Pilar." The last word held the biting tone of Zenva's mother tongue. She settled her hand on Tan'yill's thigh, caressing the woman's leg on instinct. "I'll propose properly if you like. Down on one knee, a ring, a confession of love. Whatever you desire. Unless, of course, you want to kneel for me." She said with a wicked smirk before she leaned forward to kiss the Twi-lek again.

Tan'yill Vizsla

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

"I assure you, Pateesa, the only thing that can stop me from bringing your child home, is if she comes back on her own before I can locate her. I will not fail you."

Tan'yill took a deep breath hearing that, their gazes locking and her eyes revealing the immense sadness she felt when talking about her lost daughter. She would never give up on her. Never. She would rather say good bye herself to this cruel and crazy galaxy.

When they broke apart, Zenva reluctantly released her hostess, but remained close enough that their breath mingled as Tan'yill spoke again.

"I hope you research that very soon, Tan'yill. I truly do. For you, I could marry. I lack the diction to properly convey how deeply honored I would be to wear your name, Pilar." The last word held the biting tone of Zenva's mother tongue. She settled her hand on Tan'yill's thigh, caressing the woman's leg on instinct. "I'll propose properly if you like. Down on one knee, a ring, a confession of love. Whatever you desire. Unless, of course, you want to kneel for me." She said with a wicked smirk before she leaned forward to kiss the Twi-lek again.

That moment their lips met, Tan'yill felt both lost and at home at the same time. Feelings bubbled, no - boiled, and torn her apart from the inside. Zenva was so much more than a powerful ally. Something strange, some indescribable force pulled them together and made their chemistry work just right. Feth, her whole life had been turned upside down in the past months, she didn't know what to do with herself, what to make of the faction or what to say to Aloy anymore. She loved that mandalorian to no end, but with the loss of their daughter, things had turned so strange and alien recently. She had drown her sorrows with the bottle more than once, and even felt tempted to start with the spice again. Tan looked away for a moment, considering the situation. Well, at least trying to in the intoxicated state that she were in.

''I know you wouldn't fail me, Zenny... If anyone, you would be the one capable of finding Tae'l...'' Tan confirmed her faith in the Zabrak lady, looking down at the floor. ''I wouldn't be able to repay you if you did...''

A moment later, those pitch black lips found their way to her lavender ones, kissing them gently. A kiss that Tan'yill answered, very gently, fragile though very passionate. ''I really shouldn't be doing this... But I want... The stars forbid... I want to kiss and make love with you...''

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

If the nervous breathing, and uncertainty Zenva's proximity had caused in Tan'yill were nectar for the Crimson Devil's soul, then the gentle caress of those soft lavender lips was her ambrosia. A meal fit for a Goddess. Zenva drank in the scent of her hostess, even as she tried to consume the poor Twi-lek's mouth. The subtle burn of whiskey on the tongue, the softness of Tan'yill's touch, the thundering of Zenva's hearts in her breast; it was intoxicating, and something she wanted to savor for an eternity.

Alas, all things must come to an end. Tan'yill had more to say, not to mention the need to breathe. "The hearts want what the hearts want, Pilar. Or heart in your case, I suppose." Zenva's hand waved through the air as if to dismiss her own interruption. "Why should the stars forbid it, hmm? Because you have a wife?"

Zenva rose from her seat, the hand on Tan'yill's thigh pressing down firmly in an effort to prevent the Mandolorian escaping her. An armored thigh pushed between the Twi-lek's knees as Zenva invaded her personal space. Her dominant hand coming up to gently lift Tan'yill's chin, forcing blue-green eyes to meet her caustic gaze. "If your wife were doing her job, my proximity wouldn't make your heart race. If she were doing her job, my teasing wouldn't earn me a kiss. You are Tan'yill, fierce, proud, and hungry for the best life can give you. Not because you are Vizsla, or Vod, no."

Releasing the Twi-lek, a thumb caressing her cheek as the hand fell away, Zenva continued. "I remember when we met. The bold little smuggler, unafraid to speak her mind to the Cartel's queen of cut throats. Unafraid to take what she wants from the galaxy around her. Don't tell me all these years of being wrapped in Beskar have left you timid, Pateesa."

Tan'yill Vizsla

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

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Tan'yill couldn't help but to smirk somewhat as those plump charcoal lips practially tried to devour her own lavender ones, the taste of whiskey being mingled with their breaths in a moment of pure affection and unhinged emotions. How could she had missed that this had been on Zenva's mind ever since they met at the cantina, or maybe for even longer? The Zabrak lady seemed to know exactly which button to push to get her will through, but that shouldn't have come as a surprise for the Twi'lek mandalorian as the crimson lady had made those qualities abundantly clear the very first time they met.

Zenva rose from her seat, the hand on Tan'yill's thigh pressing down firmly in an effort to prevent the Mandolorian escaping her. An armored thigh pushed between the Twi-lek's knees as Zenva invaded her personal space. Her dominant hand coming up to gently lift Tan'yill's chin, forcing blue-green eyes to meet her caustic gaze. "If your wife were doing her job, my proximity wouldn't make your heart race. If she were doing her job, my teasing wouldn't earn me a kiss. You are Tan'yill, fierce, proud, and hungry for the best life can give you. Not because you are Vizsla, or Vod, no."

Tan'yill sat still on the dinner table as the armored Zabrak completely broke the boundaries of personal space, green-yellowish eyes looked up steadily at the caustic gaze that met them. Another sip of the whiskey gave the Twi'lek renewed vigor and strenght to hold onto the intense and unyielding gaze. She took a moment to carefully process the words spoken to her. ''I am... but I am as much a mandalorian, bound to and in debted to our principles... I will never fail my Vod...'' Tan'yill declared firmly but in a low voice.

''Come on, darling... Who's heart wouldn't race if you made a move on them...? This...'' Tan uttered and her gaze trailed down Zenvas unique armor. ''... tall, chisled and proud body... shielding it's most attractive features with armor... Like a fething Life Day present, dying to be unwrapped...'' Tan continued, her gaze searching it's way upwards again and locked onto Zenva's.

''Damn you, Zenva... You've had this in your mind the whole time, haven't you...? You naughty Zabrak...'' Tan added and took another sip of the whiskey, then reaching for te bottle to offer them both a refill.

Releasing the Twi-lek, a thumb caressing her cheek as the hand fell away, Zenva continued. "I remember when we met. The bold little smuggler, unafraid to speak her mind to the Cartel's queen of cut throats. Unafraid to take what she wants from the galaxy around her. Don't tell me all these years of being wrapped in Beskar have left you timid, Pateesa."

Tan'yill inhaled deeply, breaking the their gaze and looked out the room, shoulders lowering slightly. ''Not timid, no... Just... careful... I guess...? And then, I meet you in all of this...? I feel like I'm loosing it, Zenva... Loosing everything I've built up and care for... Evetything and everyone, including you...'' she added with a sigh, and took another sip of the freshly replenished whiskey.

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The Zabrak's upper half leaned back, giving Tan'yill space to drink her whiskey and formulate a response. Zenva's teasing never relented, licking her coal painted lips suggestively as the Twi-lek drank. The chips of Titanium that served as Zenva's fingernails dug into Tan'yill's thighs while she collected herself, stammering out words between mouthfuls of liquor. Zenva couldn't help herself, wicked giggles spilling from her as Tan'yill accused her of plotting all this.

"Of course I've been plotting this, Darling." She said, smiling as she stole a swallow of Tan'yill's drink. "I assure you, I have no interest in upsetting your life, Tan'yill. I have long wanted to ingratiate myself to a Mandolorian Clan. You just happen to be a very enjoyable way to do it."

Serrated teeth flashed in a smile as Zenva stepped back once. "Since I am so distracting, I'll turn away." Turning in place, Zenva stepped back again, nearly sitting on the Twi-lek's lap. "There, now I can't distract you from my point. I am here to help rebuild your life, Pilar. I have destroyed a drug operation in your territory, I have pledged to find your child, and I will see her returned to you. You know the value of my word. I have proven a valuable ally. I want to join the clan I have been working so hard to protect, Tan'yill Vizsla."

Glancing over her shoulder, those corrosive eyes studying Tan'yill's face, Zenva continued. "Make me your wife, or concubine, whichever you're allowed, and your losses become my losses, Tan'yill, and I hate losing. I can bring Industries to your clan, ship yards, and weapons factories. We could provide our Clan with everything they need to secure their territory for generations, Pilar."

Turning away again, Zenva's hand waved through the air dismissively. "I'm too old to be adopted, I have to marry in. You're one of the only Mandolorian's I know that I don't get annoyed by within minutes of starting a conversation. We enjoy one another. We have similar interests. We both are self proclaimed terrible mothers. We're just perfect for one another." Zenva's rich laughter filled the room for a moment. "Tell me I'm wrong, Tan'yill? Tell me you wouldn't be ecstatic to have me as your wife."

Tan'yill Vizsla