Lor squeezed Rawnie's hand again, raising a surprised eyebrow as they walked into this last shop... Music was playing on a radio somewhere. Good music. The kind the Chiss sang along to in the workshop when he thought nobody was looking. An old man, of similar age to the sword-wielding guy from the first place, was dozing while a younger man hammered dents out of a plate of metal. The young guy looked at Lor and Rawnie with a little bit of interest.
"Oh. Never seen a Chiss or an Echani walk in here before. I don't do wedding rings or handcuffs, by the way. Or chains, blindfolds, or anything of the like."
A little taken aback by the guy's reaction to two random aliens walking in holding hands, Lor took a minute to respond.
"I'm not here for- Chit, who the hell even uses fetish gear made of beskar?!"
[member="Rawnie Tal'verda"]