As Ruzaan was pulled off the dance floor, he thought he caught a glimpse of Amira dancing with a Hutt. Suddenly, being pulled aside by a Twi'lek he didn't know didn't seem so bad, but his sluggish brain hardly had time to process that thought before he was trying to make out what the pink Twi'lek was saying next.
"You look overheated" she said, running her hands along his shoulders and upper arms and tugging slightly at his outer robe. Ruzaan had to concede that his current attire was not suitable for the humidity and heat of the room; no wonder the humanoid dancers weren't wearing much in the way of clothing. The drink wasn't helping, either, leaving him flushed and warm inside.
"Warm" Ruzaan acknowledged, and with more than a little help from the Twi'lek's his outer robe was removed.
"Oh! Armor!" giggled the Twi'lek now running her hands across his upper chest and feeling the duraplast plates located there. Ruzaan was confused; why all the fuss about what he was wearing? He wasn't commenting on the her clothing... or lack thereof. The Twi'lek began trying to remove his light chestplate, too, but Ruzaan resisted enough that she pouted a little and conceded the point. "You want to keep that on for now? That's ok, we can still enjoy ourselves." Ruzaan had just enough time to wonder what that meant before she tried a different tactic.
Delicate hands came up to his shoulders again, and with a quick shove Ruzaan found himself tripping backwards and onto a wide purple cushion about knee-high. He no sooner had hit the cushion as the Twi'lek was on top of him, sitting on his stomach and grinning down at him. "Just relax and enjoy yourself!" she advised, looking at him as if he was the luckiest Togruta in the galaxy.
Ruzaan froze, feeling quite uncomfortable with the situation that he found himself in as realization washed over him. None of his Jedi training had prepared him for this, but the Twi'lek seemed more than happy to take the lead. She placed his left hand on her hip and interlaced her left hand with his right, leaving her right free to reach behind her back begin exploring his inner thigh.
She hadn't gotten far before she found something long and hard below just his belt.
"Lightsaber" Ruzaan agreed, blinking up at the Twi'lek's startled expression; she'd found a guardian at the gate. Grateful that she hadn't activated either of the firing studs, he tried once again to gently move the Twi'lek off of him; this time, she let him. "Go?" he asked, still only capable of one-word utterances.
The Twi'lek nodded quietly, still processing her discovery, leaving room for him to stand up and head back to the dance floor. Ruzaan felt a little bad about leaving the cushion- it was the most comfortable thing he'd seen since arriving on Nar Shadda- but he and Amira had to keep moving.
As it was, they'd overstayed their unwelcome. The door burst open and in came a whole host of party crashers, which ruined whatever ambience the club had any claim to. "Go!" urged Ruzaan to the Twi'lek, pointing towards the North side of the room where humanoids not fighting with the zombies were trying to go. The assembled Hutts wailed, cursed in their native language, and oozed towards the repulsorlift entrance; the only exit available to them. Pushing the Twi'lek ahead of him, Ruzaan began making his way towards the stairway on the North side of the room, hoping that Amira would also find her way there.
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"You look overheated" she said, running her hands along his shoulders and upper arms and tugging slightly at his outer robe. Ruzaan had to concede that his current attire was not suitable for the humidity and heat of the room; no wonder the humanoid dancers weren't wearing much in the way of clothing. The drink wasn't helping, either, leaving him flushed and warm inside.
"Warm" Ruzaan acknowledged, and with more than a little help from the Twi'lek's his outer robe was removed.
"Oh! Armor!" giggled the Twi'lek now running her hands across his upper chest and feeling the duraplast plates located there. Ruzaan was confused; why all the fuss about what he was wearing? He wasn't commenting on the her clothing... or lack thereof. The Twi'lek began trying to remove his light chestplate, too, but Ruzaan resisted enough that she pouted a little and conceded the point. "You want to keep that on for now? That's ok, we can still enjoy ourselves." Ruzaan had just enough time to wonder what that meant before she tried a different tactic.
Delicate hands came up to his shoulders again, and with a quick shove Ruzaan found himself tripping backwards and onto a wide purple cushion about knee-high. He no sooner had hit the cushion as the Twi'lek was on top of him, sitting on his stomach and grinning down at him. "Just relax and enjoy yourself!" she advised, looking at him as if he was the luckiest Togruta in the galaxy.
Ruzaan froze, feeling quite uncomfortable with the situation that he found himself in as realization washed over him. None of his Jedi training had prepared him for this, but the Twi'lek seemed more than happy to take the lead. She placed his left hand on her hip and interlaced her left hand with his right, leaving her right free to reach behind her back begin exploring his inner thigh.
She hadn't gotten far before she found something long and hard below just his belt.
"Lightsaber" Ruzaan agreed, blinking up at the Twi'lek's startled expression; she'd found a guardian at the gate. Grateful that she hadn't activated either of the firing studs, he tried once again to gently move the Twi'lek off of him; this time, she let him. "Go?" he asked, still only capable of one-word utterances.
The Twi'lek nodded quietly, still processing her discovery, leaving room for him to stand up and head back to the dance floor. Ruzaan felt a little bad about leaving the cushion- it was the most comfortable thing he'd seen since arriving on Nar Shadda- but he and Amira had to keep moving.
As it was, they'd overstayed their unwelcome. The door burst open and in came a whole host of party crashers, which ruined whatever ambience the club had any claim to. "Go!" urged Ruzaan to the Twi'lek, pointing towards the North side of the room where humanoids not fighting with the zombies were trying to go. The assembled Hutts wailed, cursed in their native language, and oozed towards the repulsorlift entrance; the only exit available to them. Pushing the Twi'lek ahead of him, Ruzaan began making his way towards the stairway on the North side of the room, hoping that Amira would also find her way there.
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