Nar Shaddaa

Remmington smiles reassuringly. "I think that you will look absolutely fetching in a swim suit Ashla. In fact, I rather look forward to it."

"You're lucky you're charming." Ashla gives him a smile. "It's not that I think I would look bad, but I just don't like to. Back when I was Kidaja's slave, he would make me dance sometimes. It felt kinda gross. I mean not gross enough where there's no way I wouldn't do it, but it would need to be worth it."

Remmington bows his head. "I see. I am sorry for being a bit insensitive then Ashla. If there is anything that makes you uncomfortable. Please let me know."

He smiles back. "Thank you for the compliment. I rather enjoy your company as well."

Ashla shrugs. "You have nothing to be sorry for. It's not like you have my dossier. Besides, it's not like I cry myself to sleep over it. Just something I prefer not to do."

Remmington nods. "Did you enjoy the meal by the way Ashla?"

"It was good." Ashla doesn't quite seem sure what to say here. "Thank you for inviting me."

Remmington smiles. "It has been my pleasure."

He gets up and offers his hand. "Well it is getting late I suppose. May I walk you back Ashla?"

Then a more roguish grin and winks. "Unless you think the night is still early. I can give you a personal tour of my ship."

"You're right. It is getting late. I'd be happy to have you walk me back. Maybe I can see your ship another time." Ashla's tone is not suggestive. Just trying to let the Sith down easy.

Remmington takes the lead and they head out.

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