Having returned to dancing Oona considered the patrons.  Her eyes, routinely were drawn to the dark garbed man who say defiantly in the corner, taking up an entire booth to himself and scorning those that approached in search of camaraderie and a good story.  A simple scowl from that one was enough to set all but the most adamant or possibly foolish on their way.

Another, who very nearly sat at her feet at the bar upon which she danced also interested her.  The very antithesis of the other.  He had a kindly visage though it was difficult to tell with the beard.  Twi'lekki were inherently hairless, Oona's own eyebrows being tattooed in order to make humans more comfortable; That made it harder to read the facial features of those that possesses beards and long hair.  Wookies and their ilk were practically a mystery to her own kind.  She did discern some sort of loneliness or loss of some sort.  Perhaps it was a lost lover, such things could prove most useful.

Oona slid down on of the poles, gyrating her hips as she crouched, putting her firm buttocks directly in line with Dorian's gaze.  The other was too far away to easily draw his attention so this bearded human would do.  It was a carefully selected distance to attract attention but not close enough to warrant an out thrust arm pushing her away.   Slender curves were only loosely obscured by a short curtain of beads.  Hugging the pole against her she gazed over her shoulder, lekku sliding down her back as she tried to discern how he was being affected.

They were but two of several candidates.  Attaining her freedom, like most slaves, was always on her mind and it would take a person of means to accomplish that.  That person would be possessed of either great compassion for others or possess a significant amount of lust to bother themselves with a mere slave won in a sabacc game and slaves such as herself were half the cost of a light freighter.