Marf
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The sharp glow of neon danced in the surface of the wet ground, and in the reflection of the credit chits so unfeelingly thrown towards Niita's gold painted toenails. Having hastily put her barely sufficient garments in order, she struggled to bend down whilst balancing on six inch stiletto heels. Deathly, she picked the money up off the filthy ground with the tips of her claws and shoved it into a shoulder bag. Regaining her posture, she took a moment to fluff up her bright orange hair then teetered away out of the dimly lit alley.
A street lamp illuminated the corner of the road and it greeted Niita with it's charming glow, softened by fog. She had no idea what time it was, but she was beginning to grow exhausted and made the assumption that it was indeed in the early hours of the morning. Having been sacked from her job at her most recent establishment of work, the alien beauty had resorted to the streets to make do before she found another employer.
Beneath a glowing red sign, which complemented her coral skin, Niita pressed her bare shoulder against the cold surface of street lamp to take the weight off her feet. The relief was instant and she leant her head backwards against the post. Her bio-luminescent golden irises glowed in the darkness and would appear as tiny yellow lights to an onlooker. One such person stood several feet from Niita. He appeared to be of Zeltron heritage. Good, they were never fussy about their standards. Slowly, she would turn her head in his direction and make eye contact. With the hand by her side, she would use her fingers to stroke the shimmering gold fabric which clung to her waist. The tip of her tongue ran across the pointed ends of her teeth. Her eyebrow stalks twitched curiously.
"I'll give you a discount for being good-looking."
Niita lied, being unable to fully make out the man's appearance. Her accent was noticeably fading. Nowadays she sounded more like a Corellian with an exotic twang. A jewel of the ancient past now gone with the wind. Nothing more than another alien whore prowling the streets of Hutt Space's melting pot. Pureblood. A stupid word. Niita had been born of Sith blood, but beyond the borders of native space, she was no different to all the other unfortunate Eleena Daru's trying to makes ends meet. There was only one difference, she had lived.
@Darth Maleficar
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