Yvonne Delacroix
Character
The club's door opens once again as a Corellian guard, who stood at the door on the outside, allowed another patron to enter. It was difficult to make out who or what Just entered as the dim lighting near the door and its casted shadows seemed to almost conceal its identity.
Finally, a some what paled skinned woman with contrasting dark red hair and vivid green eyes that one would notice if they where close enough to the newcomer. Some of the other women were dressed up in various formal fashions, not this one. Yvonne stood in a simple white tanktop, dark blue wash fitted jeans and a pair of suspenders that sat against her obvious curves. The tap of her flat, knee-high boots started as she walks forwards a bit while looking around at a few of the other attendants.
Finally, a some what paled skinned woman with contrasting dark red hair and vivid green eyes that one would notice if they where close enough to the newcomer. Some of the other women were dressed up in various formal fashions, not this one. Yvonne stood in a simple white tanktop, dark blue wash fitted jeans and a pair of suspenders that sat against her obvious curves. The tap of her flat, knee-high boots started as she walks forwards a bit while looking around at a few of the other attendants.