The Galactic Empire’s oppressive shadow loomed over Coruscant, but inside your small repair shop, a different kind of tension was brewing. You had grown accustomed to the visits of Trilla Suduri who brought a mix of danger and intrigue into your life. Over time, your initial fear had given way to a growing admiration, even infatuation.

One evening, Trilla arrived to check on the progress of her custom droid. She moved gracefully around the shop, inspecting your work with a discerning eye. Her black armor reflected the dim lighting, accentuating her every movement. As she bent down to examine a droid on a lower shelf, you couldn’t help but let your gaze linger on her.

Your eyes traced the curves of her form, mesmerized by her presence. You quickly realized she had straightened up and turned around, catching you in the act. Your heart pounded, expecting a reprimand or worse.

Trilla’s piercing gaze locked onto yours, but instead of anger, there was a flicker of curiosity. She approached you, her steps deliberate and controlled.

“Something interesting?” she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.