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Topios request's Noir- pt twoThe five best races at getting in your pants, she reflected, were not that common to Nar Shaddaa, and tended to work casinos, bars, and palaces in Hutt sectors more than walk or prowl the streets. It was fortunate for her wallet and her focus most days- even a devoted, honest lover took a lot of cash to maintain, much less the whores of the stars. The sole reason she even contemplated the matter was- well, really, a number of reasons, she admitted to herself, she liked the occasional good time as much as any single woman her age. It was the nature of the man she was hunting, however, that made her start thinking the topic through.Topios request's Noir- pt two by DarthVengeance0325
As far as strumpets went, one of the most popular sets were Twi'leks- and didn't those head-tailed dancers have a rainbow to choose from, hm? Tans, oranges, reds, blues, greens, even a purple, or so she'd heard rumored. The lekku somehow made men- and women, to be fair- more appealing then other species that actually had hair there instead. Or maybe it was
Topios request's Noir- pt oneShe lounged at her desk, second of her two right hands reaching for a cigar as she lowered her hat still more to cover her bright purple eyes. She was a professional, a 'Pro'fesh'nal' as most of the slummy Ugnaughts and depth divers would mangle, but she was also tired, and there was no particular need for professional decorum. Frankly, with so much organized crime on Nar Shaddaa, there was little need by anyone for a detective- she hadn't had a client in months, and the last one had been a Hutt trying to find out where his missing dancing girls had gotten to.Topios request's Noir- pt one by DarthVengeance0325
The ones he didn't kill himself, that was, with his men or his pets.
He had been eating them in his sleep.
Her own sleep disturbed again by this notion, the detective lit her cigar and crossed her legs on the table. They were nice legs. The four-armed bit threw most of the nice Human boys off unless they were drunk, but she had the same number of legs as they. She snorted. "Nice". Nice, on Nar Shaddaa?
The place was the
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