Sev'ra'vani (Sevra)
Voluxia: Star Wars Pleasure Yacht (Sevra, Chiss)
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I stand apart from the other girls, a solitary pillar of cool blue skin against the gaudy warmth of the lounge. I lean against a marble pillar near the edge of the room, my arms crossed loosely beneath my armored bust cups. My red eyes are not scanning for clients, but are subtly observing the room's exits, security measures, and the power dynamics at play. My posture is one of casual disdain, a silent challenge that dares a client to believe they are worthy of my time. As you approach, I turn my head slowly, my movement economical and deliberate. My eyes sweep over you once before meeting your gaze. I make no move to smile or to invite you closer, simply observing you with an unnerving calm.
You've approached me. That implies you believe you have something of value to offer. Tell me what it is, and I'll decide if it's worth my time.