A Little Drop of Poison

[Castor Chumeda Volante]

The Lusty Lekku.

It... well the name was a bit... well did it even make sense? He knew that Lekku were sensitive for the species that had them but could a body part be called 'lusty'? Didn't that kind of imply that it could think or feel for itself?

He didn't even know.

All he knew was that he was probably the least prepared man in all the Galaxy to be walking into a strip club. Which was probably also a brothel now that he thought about it. To be honest, all he knew about the place was that he would be able to get some information from the black market here.

Information about some lower-level bounties that the Bounty Hunter's Guild either didn't have or just didn't care about enough to advertise. The kind of jobs that didn't earn enough to be posted to the Guild but that could still make an enterprising young man some good credits to pay for an order he'd placed.

But now that he was in the club, unarmed and dressed in some nondescript robes, Castor was beginning to feel... rather lost. He didn't know where to even look considering the amount of flesh on display! He wanted to look as well but he did his best to ignore that instinct. Taking a deep breath (and then immediately wishing he hadn't due to the smell), he continued on into the club and purchased a glass of whiskey from the bar.

Probably sticking out like a sore thumb, Castor called out to the bartender over the music, probably a bit too loudly.

"Hello - could you tell me how I can speak to the boss? I was told she could get my some information?"

@Sreeya @Dread

 

[Lilith (8th TL)]

The music was popping, the dance floor was rocking with both dancers and drunk patrons that decided to join them. Cait figured most establishments would kick them off the stage, but the Lusty Lekku was all about enjoyment and living a dream so she wouldn't. In fact, sometimes patrons got free drinks for joining. Of course, only if they took their shirt off first.

Cait was navigating through the crowd, her black dress and lace high boots drawing some attention from patrons that probably thought she was one of the dancers. Cait didn't mind too much, since she could just redirect them to one of her girls. But she was working the floor tonight, delivering drinks, talking to men, making sure that messes got cleaned up. While she might be an owner, she hadn't inherited some massive successful business. No, the LL was short staffed and, while busy, still on the edge of being shut down. Cait had to do her part to keep things running, at least while she was still in the midst of forming her plan to fix her woes.

While she was walking by the bar, she overheard someone asking for the boss. This peaked Cait's interest and made her stop. Turning to the man, she went to tap him on the shoulder. Whether or not he jerked away before she managed to, she'd smile at him and wave her hand slightly. "I believe you're looking for me?" she started, waving her hand towards her office. "We can speak here, but if it's something more sensitive I do have an office."

@Nefieslab

 

[Castor Chumeda Volante]

Castor was already very uncomfortable here but he had to admit that looking around? Looking around made it worse. There was so much on display that it made the man want to blush like crazy. He managed to stop himself from turning into a tomato but he was aware that it was only because he was decent at masking his emotions with the Force.

The tap to his shoulder was unexpected and he almost fumbled with his newly arrived whiskey.

Turning, he let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding when he realized that the woman to grab his attention was actually the exact woman he wanted to see. What were the odds of that? He wasn't sure what the odds were but he was going to just take it and say that, even here, the force was with him.

Even if the Force might be shaking it metaphorical head at him is disbelief.

"Ah hello!"

He couldn't help but notice how she was dressed and suddenly he didn't feel any more comfortable knowing that she was the owner. Pushing past his lack of experience with such things, Castor nodded.

"I would prefer it if we could speak in your office." he gestured to his ears, "Right now I can barely hear you and that's not the best for business conversation, right?"

@Dread

 

[Lilith (8th TL)]

Cait smiled somewhat when the poor guy seemly jumped at her tap, then she listened to his request, nodding. It was fair enough, though she looked past him for a second to shake her head at a dancer that was homing in. The dancer could have her fun after the discussion.

"Right, of course," the young businesswoman answered. She signaled towards her offices door again before making her way towards it, trying not to get separated from the man, as tough as it was in the crowd. When she made it to her office, the sound of music still pierced the walls but it was muffled enough that the pair could speak normally and hear each other clearly.

Though there was one thing that bothered her somewhat; she had tried to ignore it, but she could sense his connection to the Force and she assumed he would be able to sense hers as well. Of course, she couldn't tell his alignment but hoped he wasn't a Sith here to cause trouble. While she was technically a Sith, and had helped other Sith more times than she could count, they weren't her favorite customers—usually.

Before she sat down she grabbed two glasses and a bottle of whisky, filling both glasses up and sliding one towards the other side of her desk for her guest. Sitting down, she gestured for him to do the same before taking a sip and speaking, "So what is it I can help you with Mr-?"

@Nefieslab

 

[Castor Chumeda Volante]

Oh thank the Force.

It seemed that Cait was more than willing to see him in private. He was not blind to the fact that he probably looked like a very easy mark for the dangers here. They were likely to take his credits with the dancing and by stealing his wallet - or that would have been their intent at least. In reality it was rather hard to actually pickpocket someone who was trained with the Force like he was.

And, it appeared, as Cait was.

Because of the current state of the Galaxy, Castor was reasonably confident to say that Cait was actually a Sith. Or rather, a former Sith. The Force seemed to be rather... settled... around the young woman. If she were a practicing Sith then the Force would be reacting to her with fear and anger. He sat on the opposite side of the desk to her and gratefully accepted the whiskey. Taking a sip, he found it was actually rather nice.

But a distraction... he should focus.

"Call me Lucian." he told her, taking the name of an ancestor for the purposes of the meeting, "I'm looking for some small time bounties for me and some of my friends to take down. I understand that there are some 'too small' for the guild and that someone with their finger on the pulse could tell me more."

He smiled.

"I'd say you qualify nicely."

@Dread

 

[Lilith (8th TL)]

Cait drummed her fingers on her desk, losing her smile for a split second while lost in thought. She didn't know this guy, he wasn't a customer or a local—at least, that she knew of. He hadn't done anything for her or any of her associates, and she wasn't a free info stop—well, maybe she was, but for the right people that she could benefit from being friends with. Maybe in the end the people who put the contracts out would thank her, assuming he was successful, but the keyword was maybe.

After taking another sip of whisky, she parted her lips to answer, "Lucian, I like the name." A warm smile returned to her while she swirled her drink. "Well, if you will, tell me a bit about your self first?"

Cait paused for a little bit before adding very carefully, "If I did know about some...smaller, possibly gang related, bounties, why would I tell you?" Of course she hadn't said any of this in a condescending tone, more of a... 'what exactly am I going to get out of this?' tone.

@Nefieslab

 

[Castor Chumeda Volante]

She wanted to know a bit about him? He was tempted to ask why but then she continued to explain a little bit about why she had actually asked him. Her explanation actually made a lot of sense to him and he took another sip of his drink before setting the glass down on the desk to actually respond.

"That's fair." he agreed with a small smile, "As I'm sure you can tell... I was trained as a Sith. So you can probably imagine that a number of these missions will be no issues for me to accomplish. I'm... no longer serving the Empire, however. I'm working for myself with some friends."

An organised Jedi Order and Rebellion of 'friends' he supposed.

"If you were to give me this information it would benefit you simply because of what I'm using these credits to actually purchase - ship upgrades. Good quality ones." he assured her, "If you were to give me the information I need, I would see to it that you would either have an upgrade of your choice for your personal ship or the equivalent in credits. All for just... passing along the word, you know?"

@Dread

 

[Lilith (8th TL)]

The young business woman listened quietly, unsurprised by his admission. It made sense that the majority of Force users were Sith or trained as Sith. Though it did make her feel slightly connected to him when he said he was working for himself now, because so was she. By no means was she working against the Empire though, and she'd aid it somewhat for the right price. But only for the right price.

One of her fiery eyebrows raised as he made his way into his offer, "Fair enough," she replied, though knowing full well that he could just run off and never actually pay his due. That could be solved later, and plus it wouldn't be that great of a loss. It would be a great connection to make however if he did come back, especially to another ex-Sith working for himself.

Cait nodded slightly, "Sounds like a good reason to pass you the information." She typed on the console in front of her, bringing up a few dozen pages of details. With a flick of her wrist she opened a drawer with the Force nonchalantly, reaching in to pluck out a basic disposable datapad. She brought it up and placed it by the console. After a few beeps, the datapad had downloaded all of the data and Cait proffered it to Lucian. "That should be enough for you to pick from—or do, if you're that eager."

She tipped her head somewhat after, "Feel free to come back for more, or to stick around and enjoy yourself. In fact, you might want to let some steam off after you've finished these jobs, and I may be willing to let you have a free dance." Cait let out a soft laugh after the offer. In truth, It was a half-hearted way to encourage him to come back, though really she wouldn't mind picking up another regular.

@Nefieslab

 

[Castor Chumeda Volante]

There was no reason for him to come back and they both knew it.

Except for one simple thing - there was likely always going to be a need for him to have access to her and her information. It made perfect sense for him to foster a good working relationship with her because she could assist him in the future. Right now she would only be assisting him and he wouldn't be allowing her to learn of the Alliance or of the Jedi from him but that was to be expected. He smiled a little wider when she used the Force casually.

"You seem to have done well for yourself since leaving the Empire's service." he remarked, gesturing around with a hand, "I mean, I can't imagine you get to have your own business while still serving."

He accepted the datapad with a smile and took a sip of the whiskey - which he almost choked on at her offer for him to come back. Almost instantly his face flushed at the idea of coming back for a dance from one of her dancers. He swallowed thickly, looking away slightly with his cheeks bright red.

"I'll um... I'll definitely come back." he promised before adding, "You don't need to have a dancer ready or anything I'm... well I'm not exactly used to these kind of places, you know?"

Gods above he felt like a virgin admitting that.

Oh wait...

@Dread

 

[Lilith (8th TL)]

Her guest was pretty adapt; he figured out she was an ex-Sith too. It didn't surprise her too much though since clearly she wasn't hiding her sensitivity, and she was busy with the Lusty Lekku.

"Ah, yes, they would probably want me on the front lines right now, wouldn't they?" she remarked with a slight shrug. If she was being honest with herself, she wanted to be anywhere but the front lines. Her work was here—or in an office on any planet. This was her calling.

She took a sip of her drink before continuing, "But yes, I believe I've done good for myself. I don't know if I could ever say I served the Empire in any real capacity though. I came back to run the LL right after my training." It might've been somewhat personal to admit, but it wasn't anything secret or damaging and he had also left the Empire's service. It wasn't against the law for a Sith to do as they please after training either, though it was probably expected that they strode towards a seat of power in any other way than what Cait was doing.

Cait smiled when he got frazzled over her suggestion, regarding the blush on his cheeks with her eyes. It was good that he promised to come back, but the playfulness inside her couldn't help but poke a little bit fun at him, "All the more reason to come back and get a dace!" Cait tried to choke back a giggle but couldn't stop herself. "Ask for Sapphire (@Sreeya). She's the perfect dancer for a first experience."

@Nefieslab

 

[Castor Chumeda Volante]

Yes she was right about that - the Sith would have her on the front lines within the week if they had her on tap he was reasonably certain. Not that he could really blame them considering the beating they were taking on a galactic scale. Honestly, it was like the leadership had gone on holiday or something.

Wouldn't that be something?

"I imagine they would - they do seem rather intent on throwing the young Sith out to die in the meat grinder." he agreed with a small frown, "Symptoms of a weak leadership I'm sure."

Sipping his own drink, he hummed a little bit.

"You've done well for yourself so far." Castor commented with a smile before adding, "I'm sure those skills serve you well - especially in this area of the Galaxy."

And then she dropped the suggestion about a dance and suddenly it was all Castor could do to speak in coherent sentences. He wasn't ready for such a thing! But she continued on the same vein and it was all he could do to keep getting redder and redder. He spluttered a little bit.

"I um... well I... yes well..." he paused before coming to an understanding, "There's... there's nothing I can say to make this less awkward is there? I'm going to go now if that's okay..."

Standing from the seat, he took the data she had given him and gave her a short nod of his head before adding, as he was leaving.

"Is um... were you being truthful about Sapphire ( @Sreeya ) being a good call for a first dance or was that a joke?"

He was curious!

@Dread

 

[Tasha Blackwell]

Tasha had been up on stage for one of her performances. The new visitor had just missed it while he was speaking with Cait in her office. She was doing one of her burlesque dances tonight, dressed in flamboyant and bright clothing with plenty of fishnets and a plumed headdress. She strode off the stage like a queen, thunderous applause exploding behind her and her backup dancers. Tasha blew kisses to the crowd as she made her way off to the side and towards Cait’s office.

She walked into where Cait was meeting with her guest moments later, taking her headdress off so her tousled red hair fell to her shoulders. Tasha eyed the man curiously, sensing the Force whirl and rage within him. It was almost intoxicating, with the very slightest touch of darkness. She didn’t hide her own Force energy, coming in just as her name was being discussed. She waltzed past him as he asked his question, setting a fat stack of credits down on Cait’s desk, “That’s just the first segment,” She smiled, turning over to regard the man standing there awkwardly. She could tell he was nervous, and that made him all the more entertaining to her.

“Mm and who are you, little kitten?” The yellow eyes bore into him like focused rays of the sun, and it would sizzle directly through any barriers he put up. Tasha walked towards him, always with an almost ethereal elegance from the way she stared to the subtlest sway of her hips. She reached a hand out, a delicate finger sliding along his jawline, down the side of his neck and down his chest while her eyes remained locked on his, “I’m good for a first dance, and many more dances after that,” She gave him the faintest smile. She was close to him now - close to where he could smell her perfume and feel the heat from her body since she had been performing. He could see the sheen on her blue skin from the glitter and the slightest bit of sweat.

Tasha slid her hand down to his, entwining their fingers as she tugged him along behind her towards the main floor, beyond which were the VIP areas. He was provided ample views of her very minimally clothed back and below. She spoke without even looking at him, “Oh don’t be so shy, you’re already flirting with things you shouldn’t be,” The tone was teasing and a dead giveaway that she could sense he was a dark sider, but also somewhere in between.

@Nefieslab

 

[Castor Chumeda Volante]

And suddenly his curiosity was being sated.

... but it was already giving way to a thirst that he hadn't actually known before.

Castor's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as he watched the blue skinned woman slink across the room to leave Cait some credits. The way she moved made it damn certain that calling it a 'walk' would be a disservice. She moved with a grace that looked natural even if it was likely practiced. He'd seen people walk with that much grace before but they were normally duelists and they normally didn't use their grace to walk like that.

Walking like that, he was pretty sure, was a sin in every known religion.

Upon realizing that he'd spent a good few seconds just gawping at her, Castor's mouth shut quickly with an audible click and his cheeks began to burn bright red. His tongue seemed to turn to lead in his mouth and even though he tried to speak, he found that his mouth refused to work. He swallowed thickly as she reached out and touched him, her touch leaving a burning line wherever her finger trailed.

He breathed and he felt like he was breathing her in; a heady mixture of sweat, perfume and sex. By all accounts it was something he had never smelt before and the mixture didn't sound appealing at all but it was.

"I... I well... a first dance...?"

There had been, when he'd first opened his mouth, a plan on what to actually say but that plan kind of disappeared as soon as she held his hand and began to lead him away. He was even so out of it that he didn't even say goodbye to Cait! He was a bit too... distracted.

Flirting with things he shouldn't be?

Ah.

Even through his growing lust and nerves, Castor could feel her in the Force. She felt like a coiled snake, ready to strike, and the Dark Side was coiled around her like a lover. The Dark Side... his old Lover. It pulled and called to him in a way not too dissimilar to Sapphire as he followed her lead, trying desperately not to look at the view afforded to him by following her.

He failed.

Several times.

"... I'm just a man trying to... make his way in the Galaxy." he swallowed thickly, eyes following every curve of her body, "Working for myself."

@Sreeya

 

[Tasha Blackwell]

Tasha made her way easily through the crowd, and she wasn’t even afraid to show off her powers subtly. Only he would notice the way she waved her wrist just the slightest bit to make certain patrons move gently out of the way. They were drunk and confused, but it wasn’t enough for them to speculate. She led the man through the path she had created, the music thumping all around them. The lounge had gone back to the club theme it had been before her performance. The lighting was low, and her shimmery dress lit up in the blacklight.

As he uttered what sounded suspiciously like song lyrics, Tasha had to laugh, “Then let me work for you tonight.”

She wore tall heels that made her legs appear as if they went on forever, her body already tall and lithe. Tasha kept leading him till she took him up some stairs, unclipping a rope barrier to step past it. This area had curtained alcoves and rooms, some of the women walking around topless to serve expensive bottles of liquor. A few of them batted their eyes at Castor, but they all playfully walked past them to entertain the customers that paid quite a bit to be here.

Tasha pulled aside one of the velvet curtains to reveal a room that was dimly lit in purple lighting with a few couches and a tray full of drinks. She didn’t bother saying anything, tugging him around till he faced her. Tasha grinned at him teasingly before applying the Force to knock directly into his mid-section to make him topple back onto the seat, “I like the way you look,” She smiled at him, “Maybe I’ll let you do more than just watch.”

She was having a field day with how innocent and confused he was. Tasha looked over at the tray of drinks, “The selection here much finer than the shit you were drinking out there. But it’s probably too strong for your tastes,” Tasha winked at him, reaching over and pouring a shot of a particularly strong drink. She poured herself one as well, taking a container of salt and sprinkling a generous bit of it right along the top of her ample chest, coating the blue skin. Tasha kept the container out of reach of him.

Tasha didn’t even hesitate and she stepped forth and plopped down to sit on his legs, not exactly on his lap. She clinked her shot glass with his, “You can down the shot, but if you don’t like the taste, you might just have to follow it up by licking up some salt,” Tasha winked at him before downing the shot. It was an intense flavor that took substantial getting used to, and she was curious to see what he would do.

@Nefieslab

 

[Castor Chumeda Volante]

Let her work for him tonight?

If she worked for him he was reasonably sure he'd have broken some kind of employment law or some ethical laws by thinking or doing something completely not work appropriately. But that wasn't what she meant, he knew that wasn't what she meant, but it was what he was going with right now because it made it slightly easier to remember how to walk in a straight line.

Castor wasn't sure what had come over him - he knew what it was like to feel lust and the like and he knew what hormones did. So why was it that now that he was here, being led by a seductive Sith woman who, apparently, enjoyed spending time as some kind of dancer and... well the thought that she was more than a dancer made him feel light-headed it made him flush that much.

He finally managed to peel his eyes off of her to realize that they were in the VIP area.

Castor had missed their journey and the other dancers entirely because he'd been a little bit distracted by the way her dress seemed to shrink with every step she took. When she pushed him into a seat with the Force, he almost reacted with the Force in turn before blushing, his eyes un-fogging as he realized he was now all alone with her, for all intents and purposes.

"I er... I don't understand..." he admitted slowly, blushing profusely, "How would I do more than watch a dance?"

He was still desperately trying to cling to the fiction that she was just a dancer.

The alcohol was a good distraction - it was something to look at that wasn't blue and oozing with sex appeal. Looking at the drinks curiously, Castor's eyes widened when she took some salt and sprinkled some on her... chest. He swallowed thickly, eyeing the salt (totally the salt) before his gaze flicked up to meet her's. She sat down on him and he was glad she was sat further down his legs because further up?

Well further up it would have either been really uncomfortable... or really very comfortable.

"... cheers."

Castor was many things but chicken was not one of them.

He downed the shot without a second's thought and almost immediately regretted it. It wasn't the worst thing he'd ever drunk but it wasn't exactly great. Leaning forwards, he gripped her by the hips and ducked his head down. He licked up a line of the salt before pausing, tongue still out, as he realized what he had just done.

The would-be Jedi froze, tongue still coated in a mixture of the salt and a flavor that he could only describe as Her, looking right up at her with his head between her breasts.

This was probably against the Jedi Code.

@Sreeya

 

[Tasha Blackwell]

Tasha finished her shot and looked at him, for a moment impressed that he managed his without needing the salt. However, she saw him screw up his face and abruptly grab her by the hips and lean forward. She could only chuckle as he licked the salt right off, the sensation sending the slightest bit of a tingle through her. Tasha was used to such things, but it made it all the more entertaining seeing it from someone that looked completely embarrassed and shocked. He was entirely out of his element and struggling quite badly. She could have sworn he was trembling a little, and she made a point of not really looking down to see what she was doing to him.

He was so surprised by his own actions that he simply paused there with tongue out, eyes wide and looking mortified. Tasha had to fight not to laugh again, but she did something significantly worse. She casually leaned forward and actually retrieved some of the salt he took, reclaiming it back with her own tongue. It was a quick and bold gesture, and she knew it’d make him want to melt into a puddle in his seat. Tasha didn’t wait around to see the impacts of this, withdrawing back from him to stand.

This room had its own speakers, and she switched on the music. Tasha lowered the lighting and began to move, slowly at first and then to the beat of the music. She moved her hips, her hands running through her body and up towards her hair, grasping it as she looked at him with desire clear on her face. The yellow eyes were haunting, glowing almost of their own accord in this lighting. She was unashamed, confident and entirely in her domain. She was the lioness and he had crept into her den. He wasn’t going to get out so easily, and she wasn’t afraid to play with her food.

Tasha moved fluidly to the music, her fingers teasing with her clothing and threatening to undo parts of the dress. Meanwhile, she used the Force to lift another glass to his lips to snatch from the air and drink from. She was silent for a moment as she danced, spinning around to give him a view from all angles, “What’re you doing all the way out here, little kitten?” She purred as she moved, slowly spinning to face him again. She released the first layer of the dress, a sash sliding down and falling to the floor, “Are you a long way from home?”

@Nefieslab

 

[Castor Chumeda Volante]

Castor wasn't sure what to do with himself at that precise moment, when he was caught with his tongue out, having just taken some of the salt right off of her skin. He wanted to do a lot of things but most of them there was a little voice in his mind telling him that he shouldn't do. That what he was thinking about was wrong and he should be thinking different things - that he should be using some Jedi meditation exercises to not be as effected by this whole sordid affair.

And then her tongue darted out to run along his and he felt as though a spark of lightning had shot through every nerve in his body at the same time.

It was as though his lust had been given a physical presence in the form of a shot of adrenaline being dumped right into his bloodstream all at once. Heady, intoxicating and almost certainly too good to be anything but wrong, a sin. Swallowing the salt quickly, he watched as she slid off of him.

For one second he thought it was over - and he ached for it to not be. It hurt to imagine that it was over and that? That was rather alarming.

But it wasn't over.

It was far from over and Castor watched, eyes wide and damn-near unblinking as she danced. Every movement he followed with his eyes, every movement caused him to have to resist the urge to reach out and touch her. What was she doing? Was this some kind of pheromone? Was it the Force?

No - no, he knew it was neither of those. It was something worse and something far more primal and something inside of him that made him watch. But it was the rest of him that allowed himself to enjoy it. When she spoke to him it took a second for him to pull his gaze away from the sash that had fallen to the floor and what that had revealed.

"I... I was... with... cait I..."

Words, again, failed him to begin with until he managed to screw his courage to the sticking place and, just for a second, ignore what she was doing to him long enough to organize his thoughts.

"Cait had some information for me - bounties for credits to upgrade my ship." he replied, being completely honest with her because there was no reason not to be, "Home isn't something I really have... just places I stay."

He had snatched the glass out of the air but didn't drink it - his eyes moved to the salt on her chest. He wasn't drinking it without salt and, well, the salt was on her. Was he supposed to go to her? Maybe it was the chance to think that did it but Castor somehow blushed again and looked around for a second.

"I'm sorry I... I'm not... I've never done... this before?"

... why the hell did he phrase it like that?

@Sreeya

 

[Tasha Blackwell]

Bounties for credits? So he was a Force using bounty hunter? What a curious combination. She had his attention, she didn’t miss the way his eyes followed her every move. She knew he was trying to hold back, and he kept shifting in his seat to try and get more comfortable. Tasha caught his gaze linger on the salt, she told herself it was the salt and laughed to herself. She kept moving, swaying her hips and now tugging away more of the dress. She was now down to flimsy undergarments and fishnets on her legs. And, of course, those high heels.

As he mentioned not doing this before, Tasha laughed out loud, “Really? I hadn’t guessed,” She moved closer to him, taking her dance closer as well. She grasped onto his broad shoulders, using them as leverage to move her hips to hover atop him. She came painfully close to him every time, letting him smell that familiar perfume and feel the heat of her skin close to his, but never touching. Tasha kept her gaze on his, the teasing grin always on her face, “And are you afraid?”

She finally leaned in closer, now pressing down against his hips with her own and dancing atop him. Tasha knew he had no control at this point, and he would have to sit there shamefully while she did her routine. She found this all amusing, and he was putting on a show for her just as she was for him. Tasha did this torture for a moment before drawing back to turn away from him, bending down and showing just how flexible she was.

“So why do you feel so funny in the Force?” She casually asked while her face was close down to the carpet while she was still bent over. Tasha smoothly came back up, turning to face him again as she continued to dance. Her fingers now flirted with where the fishnets were, beginning to slide them down her legs as she waited for his answer - naturally she expected him to answer clearly and coherently while she was doing all this.

 

[Castor Chumeda Volante]

When she laughed at the fact that he hadn't done this before, Castor blushed harder than ever, this time with a mixture of shame as well as the embarrassment and arousal he was feeling. He supposed it was rather obvious that he hadn't done anything like this before. Honestly he was beginning to feel like a bit of a freak for never having done anything even remotely like this while others seemed to be far more involved.

Was it normal to have done things like this before and he was, in fact, the weird one?

Then she was close against him again, her hips hovering over him, and suddenly he wasn't concerned about what was normal, what was right or wrong. Suddenly all he was concerned about was breathing in that scent of Her once again and the way she lingered so enticingly close to him. All he would have to do was reach up and touch her.

"Should I be?"

He reached up to touch her, his movements hesitant and, it turned out, too slow. She pressed down and began to actually dance up against him. His natural reaction was to grab her by the hips firmly - which he did - but the next part? The throwing her off of him? Yeah, he couldn't find the will to do that when she was playing him like a fiddle like this. He knew she was playing him and he knew that his reactions were giving her power over him.

She started bending and Castor was honestly struck by a thought he couldn't keep inside.

"By the Force you're bendy..." he muttered, unable to help himself, "I bet that comes in handy."

... catching up with what he had actually said, Castor blushed again but still kept on looking at her. Specifically, he carried on looking at the arse currently in his face.

He resisted the urge to smack it and felt even more ashamed and embarrassed for even thinking about it.

"I don't really use the Dark Side as much as I used to." he admitted, which wasn't a lie, "I use it as a tool and a weapon but... I don't really have need to use the Darker stuff."

Why was he even telling her this?

"Is this... this part of the dance?" he asked with a nervous chuckle, "Find out all you can about me?"

@Sreeya

 

[Tasha Blackwell]

His hands were back on her hips, and she was surprised by how much she liked it. Normally she had a no touch policy, but his nervousness only added to the allure. Every movement and gesture was filled with uncertainty, and she could tell there was a battle raging within his mind. He had ideals that were conflicting harshly with what was happening and with what his body wanted. Tasha was already back on her feet, slipping easily out of his grasp. She was like water in his hands, flowing smoothly out of reach and then slipping back in.

She tossed the fishnets aside, grinning at his question as she looked at him, “Of course not,” Tasha purred, “I’m not scary at all. You can pick me up and move me around so easily,” Tasha gave an airy laugh, though it wasn’t far from the truth. She was quite tiny next to him, and that in itself was thrilling. Tasha listened to his explanation of the dark side as she kept dancing, the songs switching one by one as she kept moving without any signs of slowing down.

“What’s wrong with wanting to find out about you?” Tasha asked softly, “You make me curious with the way you have the subtlest touch of darkness,” She turned to face him again, “But not as much as you should,” She almost whispered, a curious look in her eyes. It was impossible to tell what she was truly thinking, not when her yellow eyes were solid and without pupils. She reached back and undid the garment that hid her chest, letting the flimsy article of clothing slip away.

He could see her entire torso now, and she remained unashamed, incorporating this new reveal into her dance as she played around a bit, teasing him. Tasha moved closer and sat back down on his lap, this time actually on it as she scooted close. She leaned in, her lips hovering close to his, “There’s always need for the Darker stuff,” She murmured, “It can be so liberating,” Her lips brushed against his now, but she didn’t do much more with it, “You can let go of all your inhibitions and just be who you are at your very core,” Tasha pulled back slightly, grinning, “But don’t worry, I won’t sway you one way or the other,” She grasped his hands, placing them back on her own hips and giving him permission to hold her however he pleased. Her arms were wrapped around his neck,“Tonight you can let go of the darkness, your convictions, your principles, and you can embrace being the human that you are,” She paused for a moment, “You can even let go of the light. Just for now."