As you have not made any previous reserve action for tonight, you decide to hit the streets of Coruscant, to get out of the sight of the other bounty hunter who may still be lurking around, wanting to silence Zam for good. You can feel the shapeshifter’s gaze on you. As you were previously preoccupied with the admiration of her feet, you didn’t notice the gentle feminine curves she posessed as she was walked gracefully. You look at here face and your eyes meet with hers, there is a slight glow in her yellowish colored pupils. “We should be safe here for a while.” You proclaim pointing at a smaller club in an alley. Zam swiftly hurries inside and finds herself a spot in one of the corners. She doesn’t forget to look around first and determines that the spot indeed seems safe. You follow her into the booth and sit down next to her. You get a feeling that she trusts you. Zam leans closer and whispers in your ear: “thanks for saving my life earlier… I know who it was. My contractor, a mandalorian warrior, we’ve been working together for some time but I never trusted him honestly.” “So you two weren’t that close, huh?” You ask. “Not really.” She adjusts herself in order to sit closer to you. “Before I took on this job he warned me if there were any mishaps, I’d pay for it dearly. Now I see he wasn’t kidding.” At this point you feel the sensation of her breath on you face. “Does he usually use poisoned darts?” You inquire. “Yes, that’s what he prefers. It’s an ugly little thing, pushes the air out of your lungs and suffocates you. Even my species can’t resist such poison.” You sneakily steal a glance at her exposed feet, she notices. “Oh right, I see something else caught your attention. She smirks and sides her gloved hands down the purple silk veil which covered her face a while ago. “You know I could repay you somehow. I can be anyone.” Her words are soft, and her lips are moving slowly. “Anyone?” You ask. As an answer she shifts into the form of an attractive Twilek female. You notice that this she looks a bit more tired after shifting. “Perhaps I would prefer your previous look.” Zam exhales. “For real? I spent a lot of time perfecting this form you know… can get you into a lot of places, where they usually don’t like my kind.” It’s true: clawtides are not well rager des in any part of the galaxy. “When I slammed you into that wall in the other bar, I’ve seen your real form. She looks down shyli. “It’s possible, quite hard to maintain my form if I’m, well slammed into a wall.” You feel a sense of guilt, you regret hurting her. “Perhaps We can make this right.” You whisper as you lean in for a kiss. She accepts and your lips lock together. Her lipstick tastes somewhat sweet and you gently place your hands on her thighs, pulling her a little closer. “You know I’ve never been with a force user before.” She smiles. “Let me show you something then.” You make a gesture like movement with your hand, slightly tightening the suit around the woman’s body. Zam exhales lustfully and as you strengthen your grip she slowly starts to revert back into her original form. She grabs your hand . “Wait, not here.” You réalésée your grip and Zam quickly readjusts herself. “Perhaps we could take our business… elsewhere?” She says with a longing gaze.
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