Nar Shaddaa

Zeno sat in his room, looking at his datapad, reading through something that may or may not be important. He had invited his previous guest back, this time with the intention of neither being rushed. And probably with a bit more getting to know each other in more than just a physical way... though if she didn't want that he would have no complaints either.

A knock soon arrives at his door as the aforementioned small redhead arrives. She'd changed out of the costume from earlier, arriving in fairly normal clothing for her - top is a close-fitting, stretchable material that molds closely to her slim torso and more relaxed fitting pants owing to their heavier material.

The Sith goes to the door and lets her into the room, closing the door behind her. "How are you doing today Asra?"

"Today has been surprisingly sedate, all things considered," she says stretching her arms above her head. "Well, in terms of schedule. Less in terms of news. How are you?"

Leading her into the main room, he nods at that. "Much the same for me. Although I am going to be spending the night with a sexy redhead with a bit of a wild side, so it will probably turn out to be one of the best nights I'll spend on Nar Shaddaa."

He takes her around the waist and sits down, bringing her onto his lap as he does so. "So you didn't do a lot? Did you go out to attend HuttCon?"

She follows along, chuckling a little. "True... I suppose this night will get a big boost in my book." She pauses, and admits with a blush. "I did actually go to Huttcon. Even did the cosplay contest. It was, uh... a little more risque then I'm used to, but... well, the costume wasn't great, but I didn't embarrass myself completely."

"You better have pictures for me then, since you decided not to show up here in costume," he said, one hand working to undo her braid while the other rested on her inner thigh a bit above the knee, squeezing gently. He wasn't pushing for anything currently, but he was certainly trying to heighten the mood for what would come later.

"You would've liked the costume. I was... way too embarrassed afterward, though. I nearly fell out of it up on stage. Well... I did a little, but caught it before it got too far," She shook out her hair, releasing red waves down her back. She turned in his lap, straddling his thighs so she's facing toward him, eyes the dark, nearly black blue of an ocean trench. "Not many people I want to see that much of me."

"Then I definitely have to see the pictures," he says with a chuckle, his hands taking hold of her hips in her new position. "I glad to hear that you took control of your own sexuality and flaunted it. Makes me a bit sad that I missed the show."

She pulls out something to show him the pictures. "It kind of was for it's own sake when you say it out loud. If you're not going to win, might as well have fun."

He looks as she starts going through the pictures, smiling in approval as his fingers slipped into the waistband of her pants, pulling her tighter against him. "Those look amazing Asra. I have to say, I am a little disappointed I don't get to peel you out of that tight little get-up."

He looks back to her after they get through them all. "Fun indeed. How did it make you feel, having all those eyes on you? I can't imagine there wasn't a single disappointed person in the crowd."

"I can wear it again, next time I visit," she suggests, her voice taking on a surprisingly silky tone, a far cry from her usual, sometimes somewhat stiff mode of speech. Her body moves with his pulling, ending up with her torso flush against him and their faces inches apart. She shifts her hips in his lap a little when he mentions having everyone's eyes on her. "It's not something I'd do every day. It was embarrassing, especially when the zipper slipped. But... it was exciting, too."

He smiles at her, clearly enjoying the closeness and the little movements. "Well, anytime you feel like showing off your moves I'll be here to cheer you on. You are sexy, you are strong, and I like seeing you taking control. It's a major turn on for me when a woman is commanding attention and showing her confidence. Do what you want, take what you want... tell me what to do Asra."

For a woman who's spent her entire life being given orders, in some times of her life more than others, the request to tell someone what to do takes her aback a little. Especially in a situation with a rather vast difference in the power dynamic. But then... the reversal, in some ways, was part of the fun.

"First, I want your lips," she says, all hint of her brief moment of confusion gone as she kisses him deeply and hungrily. She gets up and takes a few steps back from him once that was done, moving with a dancer or a trained killer's grace. "Second... I think you're wearing far to many clothes right now for my taste."

He returns the kiss just as passionately.

"You'll have my lips... anywhere you want them." He smiles at her, remaining on the couch for now as he starts removing his top. Standing to approach her he works his belt and steps out of his pants as he moves towards her. When he reaches her, his hands steadily work to undo her own pants, his eyes locked with hers.

"They're going to get quite the workout, then," she observes, her voice both sultry in tone and deliberately casual. "But then, so are mine. Fair is fair." Both statements are delivered like incorruptible facts of the universe as she pushes him gently but inexorably back into a chair once she was free of her clothing...

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