Life of the party

[Daniel Imura]

GCI, Kro Var, in Daniel Imura's private living area that is private.​

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All was peaceful. There was complete silence, save for the soft breathing coming from that corner over there. Then the fire nation attacked the alarm went off, blaring loudly and cutting into Daniel's much needed sleep. An icicle promptly flew across the room and into the alarm clock. He had moved it away from him specifically so that he would have to get up to turn it off. Obviously, that didn't work. However, he woke up anyway, with a small headache and a serious case of bedhead. Was it considered bedhead if you kept it like that anyway? Probably. Swinging his feet off the bed, he began playing some music from his speakers as he got ready for the day. First, he opened the small fridge he had and pulled out something from the freezer, then jammed it in the microwave and set the timer. Breakfast. As that was going, he slowly made his way into his clothes, which were scattered here and there about the room. There was a reason the room was private.

Meanwhile, in the main bay where everyone was supposed to be working...​

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"Yes, perfect! Right there!" ​Reggie clasped his hands together anxiously, looking around at the arrangements, making sure everything was going as it should be. If anything was the slightest bit off, well... actually, either way it was his own head. His boss wasn't one much for gatherings, and almost always made a fuss about going to them. But a birthday party... Well, Reggie was hoping against everything that Mr. Imura would come out of his shell finally. Soon, his constant scanning of the room brought some light to his eyes, as he spotted a pale twi'lek walking in, looking a little lost. "Ah, there you are, my dear!", he said as he rushed over to her. "Glad you could make it to our event, Miss...?" He trailed off, searching for a name, as he reached his skinny hand over to her for a handshake.

[member="Atani Bril"]

 

[Atani Bril]

"Vasani, it's just Vasani."

That was her stage name- it meant "lost beloved" or "abandoned beloved" in her own tongue, but of course such embellishments were lost upon off-worlders. This was a new place, strange to be sure, but for the most part it felt the same as all the functions she'd been at before - whether as a guest or as a parlor novelty attraction. To be honest, it made less and less a difference as the cycles past.

She was already in her dancer's costume when she appeared before Reggie, apparently the chef who procured her services for the evening. The male seemed genuine enough, and promised a fine-enough compensation for her services. So long as she wouldn't have to perform for another Hutt or nerfherding small-time merc, she didn't really have a problem. The crimson-red eyes aside, Atani, or Vasani, since she was on-call, was quite the exotic spectacle to behold. She was slender, and yet more full and more well-endowed when pit against Twi'lek peers of the same age bracket. She was definitely one of the more "premium" bookings, but that did little to augment the reality of what she was. Masseuse. Dancer. Performer. Escort. It stung, but she found ways to cope. And besides, barely anyone cared for the cynicism underneath so long as she could take care of herself, don a pretty face, flaunt an alluring physique, and perform well.

Nonetheless, her feet stayed close to one another, with one rubbing gently against the inside calf of the other, as she stood there, trying not to make eye contact with anyone in particular either. With both hands gently clasped against one another, she demurely looked up at Reggie.

"So, who'll be providing the music?" She just had to align with her clients and her own expectations with regard to what her role in tonight's party was going to be.

[member="Daniel Imura"]