No matter how tired she was after a supply run, or how bruised and battered she was after a successful raid, she could always make time for her favorite girl.

So, as she exited her ship and into the shady spaceport, bustling with loud and rowdy customers, she knew where she needed to go. Brushing past a few unsavory patrons, some of which threw a few nasty words her way, she spotted her destination: the brothel.

You were a working girl, of course, the only one at the brothel she could stand. The prettiest thing this side of the galaxy, she liked to say, and the only girl that could have her starstruck.

She felt around in her pocket for the little trinkets and knickknacks she’d pocketed for you on her travels- pretty things she knew you’d like- hoping that this would be the night. The night you’d finally let her whisk you away from the brothel, from your ‘duties’ and away with her. She was almost nervous.