Thread: Calm Before the Storm (Star Wars Rise of the Empire) IC Main Thread

Iantho Halfri's Estate Alythra enjoyed Iantho's attention, spreading herself for his skilled tongue. They had shared Miko last night, eating her out at the same time and kissing, and, based on the climax the professional reached, Alythra had hoped she too could sample his technique. Her senses stopped her from completely melting into his ministrations, warning her of some intrusion. Was someone else here? Perhap's Iantho's wife? There were images of a lovely lavender-skinned near human on the walls, and Alythra had her suspicions. Wait, she murmured under rasping breaths and the streaming of the shower. He didn't hear her, and when his teeth grazed her clit, she could no longer care, losing herself in a glorious climax. Her wordless cry filled the bathroom, and likely the rest of the penthouse. Just as her rapture peaked, so did the warnings in her mind. Still, riding the waves of release, she could hardly bring herself to care as the bathroom door burst open. She didn't bother covering herself from the intruders, nor did they avert their gaze, getting an eyeful of the curvy Zeltron, spread wide open for Iantho. Under the authority of His Imperial Majesty, you both are under arrest for tresspassing and identity theft. Surrendor with your hands up or, or we will use force. Alythra graoped for the knob to turn off the water, quite she she'd misheard the interlopers. They wore official uniforms, and had all the trappings of law enforcement, but she found it hard to believe this were real. She was a Zedanadal, after all, not a criminal. A peace officer herself, though she had no authority to enforce the law anywhere but Zeltron. Still, she followed instructions, hoping to get this mess situated. We will comply, officers, but surely you must be mistaken. We are not trespassers here. Her voice carried weight, trasforming the statement into a suggestion to be followed. One of the men lowered his blaster. You're not trespassers, he agreed, voice hallow, and features slightly confused. The other man kept his blaster trained on them. Iantho Halfri reported suspicious charges on his credit acocunt, and unauthorized access to his penthouse. Mr. Halfri invited me to spend last with him, Alythra insisted. She was still nude and dripping wet, in both senses of the word. Mr. Halfri is offworld, currently, The officer insisted, If this man invited you, he did so under false pretenses. The Lucky Hand Nykei shook her head, and patted the blaster on her hip. I'm always armed, when I can get away with it. And even when I can't get away with carrying a weapon, I have a back up, She raised her mechanical fist at that, figuring the twi'lek would get the hint. Not that she blamed Jiljoo for her concern. Nykei knew all about that sort of anxious weariness. Together, they meandered through the shopping district of Coruscant, without a real destination in mind. Nykei found herself in front of a swoop shop, admiring the latest Zephyr-G model. Hanging on the wall was a sun-faded advert , one she remembered modeling for when she first broke into the professional league. She hardly recognized herself, dolled up in a ridiculous get up, and still intact. But damn, she loved that bike. Turning, she walked away, hopefully before Jiljoo took notice. Was there anything you wanted to check out?