Nar Shaddaa

Arsele's shift wasn't over yet... it had been a slow night so far, for good or ill.

Orar of Clan Varad came over with a few of his merc group and sat down in front of the blonde. "Kaysh? Kaysh mirsh solus." He shook his head. "Ori'buyce, kih'kovid." He then leaned back and scanned the others before focusing on Arsele.

It was a slow night, so Arsele definitely noticed when a group came in and sat down. She was dancing, but picked up energy when she actually had more audience than that drunk Twi'lek and his nervous looking Rodian friend.

After a bit of rabble rousing with his friends, Orar went up closer. "Oi, miss. Can I have your name?" He pounded his chest with his fist. "Orar Varad, in the flesh. I'm sure you've heard of me," he said with an arrogant smirk.

Arsele had, but nothing good; Something about being a completely incompetent braggart? Still, he was customer.

"Hmmm... the name's Arsele, and I think I've heard your name around town, handsome."

"Arsele? Pretty name for an even prettier woman." He took a large swig from his glass and then smiled at her. "So, I don't know this club very well. Is it dances only or is there more to it?"

"You got the credits, you can get a massage or lap dance. Or just someone to sit on your lap and talk to you if you want."

She motions to one of the digital rate boards tucked inconspicuously into the side of the stage, even as she dances.

"And if I want more?" He looked back to his buddies and gave them a thumbs up.

She chuckled; ~That~ never got asked, "Mmmm... then you take it up with management; Dango the Hutt sets the prices and rules here, so if it's not on the board you have to ask her."

Arsele's voice was casual and professionally flirty; Customers weren't supposed to ask about that sort of thing, but you were supposed to give them the chance to realize that. After all, throwing people out at the drop of a hat was not exactly good for business... and Hutts were all about business on Nar Shaddaa.

"Alright, alright." He took another swig from his drink. "Talking to management would take forever. So, what about after your shift is over?"

"Now that depends on what you had in mind."

She left it at that for the moment as she danced.

"Well, the day is still young," he said with a smirk, "I'm sure you have hobbies beyond dancing here, yeah? Could go shopping, could show you how a Mandalorian fights."

"Seen enough brawls at the Viper to know how that usually ends up. But free gifts are always appreciated~"

"But you haven't seen a Mandalorian raid." He held up an imaginary rifle with a smirk. "Quick and decisive. But as for gifts, there's no for me to know unless you come with me, honey."

"No? I can't just make a list?" she said cheekily.

"Oh sure. But if you wanted, say, a pearl necklace then I might not know which one suits you best. That's why I need you to come with me."

A pearl necklace? Oh this was a right fresh one here~

"You could use your imagination. I get the impression you already are coming up with things in that head of yours."

Still dancing, Arsele had at least slightly held up her routine for the discussion.

"Oi, last time I used my imagination it was a disappointment. I don't like to make guesses as to what a lady wants." He finished the rest of his drink and then placed the glass aside. "So I'll ask you one more time: what're you doing after your shift?"

Not yet time to be harsh, but things were certainly moving past being cute anymore. She have a signal that the bouncers would know meant there might be a trouble customer, but to outsiders would just look like part of her dance.

"Hm... sleeping, likely. Hope that's not as disappointing as your imagination was hun."

Orar smirked. "Your loss then, aruetii. If you ever figure out what's good for ya, then you can come over and let me know." He gave her a curt nod and went back over to the rest of his buddies.