The Street Rat

[Nyx]

Nyx marveled at the luxury of the shuttle, almost not believing she was standing inside it.

She barely head her new mother tell her to shower, and walked to the refresher in a daze. She shed her clothes and stepped into the shower, sighing in pleasure as she felt the dirt and grime fall off her body. The girl couldn't even remember the last time she'd felt this clean. She stayed longer than needed, enjoying the great feeling before sighing and stepping out.
Nyx put her clothes back on, marveling at her grime-free skin. She stepped out of the refresher, looking at [member="Enigma"].
"You said you had new clothes for me?" She asked, eager to see what she had in mind.

 

[Onrai]

Circe nodded as she eyed Nyx, handing her a dress - while long enough to cover her down to her wrists and ankles, the dress in question, black and made of a smooth fabric, showcased ample cleavage - something she felt was appropriate given Nyx's figure. It might've beena bit tall for her, but the arms and legs of the dress could always be retailored.

"So, what do you think?"

[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

Nyx shrugged out of her jacket and pants with no shame, puling the dress down over her head. She looked down at it, marveling at the fabric. It felt smooth, and it covered more skin than she was used to, but she did like it. It was striking, and it made her feel. . . regal. Noble, high-end, but sexy at the same time.

"I have to admit," She stated with a smile, spinning a little. "It looks better than I thought it would."
The brunette smirked at Circe.

"So, what now?"

[member="Enigma"]

 

[Onrai]

[member="Nyx"]

"'Well... Might as well see how similar you are to myself." She smiled. "Smoker? Drinker? Drug user? Someone with a hunger for people in the sack?" Of course Circe wasn't any of the former three, though the latter, well... That was up in the air. "Might as well figure out how much of addict you are to a wide mix of things - such predelictions are rarely tolerated in higher society, after all."

Then again, when 'higher society' meant 'Sith,' often a lot of blood was involved.

 

[Nyx]

Nyx frowned and thought.

"Well, I never got into drugs as a kid. As much as I wanted to, I just couldn't afford to support a habit like that. Same with smoking, though I do enjoy a good drink."
A small grin appeared on her face.
"But if we're talking addictions. . . I can never resist a good fight, or a good roll." Truthfully, it wasn't that that excited her; it was the danger. The more dangerous something was, the better the payoff to her.
"I've gotten in quite a bit of trouble for both."

[member="Enigma"]