[center][i][b]Paradise[/b][/i][/center]
[center][i][b]Upper Level Hallway[/b][/i][/center]
Sirka was stood in front of a balding, middle-aged Human man: her client. He was somewhat overweight, and dressed in clothes that showed off his wealth far too much for her tastes. Of course, in the upper levels of Paradise, he fit right in. It was a place made to cater to the wealthy and powerful. Just in the hallway alone, she could see that it was perfectly clean, and even with fine artwork on the walls and a polished droid guard on every corner. For Sirka, this client had been somewhat irritating to work for with his general paranoia, but for the sake of her own professional reputation, she could keep being nice. 

The Human rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He spoke with a pronounced Corellian accent, which made him seem all the more an outsider. “Look, I just really think I could use you here. I don’t like the idea of being alone with them. Even I know the reputation of these people.” 

Sirka was not an individual that a stranger would consider “calming” or “gentle.” In fact, many people she met ended up being nervous around her, for quite understandable reasons. She was a giant compared to most species, with more muscle in one leg than some had in their entire bodies. The claws on her hands and feet could easily disembowel, and she had a massive, toothy maw that might remind one of a Krayt Dragon. Her client had been terrified of her for a while after meeting her, but that changed once she ended up breaking the legs of a Trandoshan thug back on Nar Shaddaa that had tried to shake the Human down. Now, it seemed like he only felt safe when he knew she was nearby. Personally, Sirka almost preferred it when he had been afraid. 

Regardless, Sirka hunched down slightly to be more on his level. “Sir, Genrick, we’ve been through this. The dangerous part of this little venture of yours is over. We got through your meetings back on Nar Shaddaa unscathed. Now, Paradise is basically the safest place in the whole of Hutt space. No one starts trouble here; you’ll be fine. You know I’d go in there with you if I could, but they made it very clear that no one’s security is allowed to sit in. You said this deal’s important to you, and I’m not about to be responsible for sabotaging it. If someone tries something, Paradise has plenty of security to put a stop to it.” She said, motioning to the battle droid down the hallway. 

The Corellian turned his head to look back at the droid, unimpressed. “How am I going to feel safe with just those relics for protection?”

“Relic or no, those droids are still deadly. And if there’s trouble, they’ll report it automatically. So, if anyone starts trouble, they’re not getting off the station unless they can destroy every single droid inside it. You know what that means? No one is going to start trouble unless they’re suicidal. That means you’re going to be perfectly fine. You’ll get through this last meeting, then you can get on a transport straight back to the Core.”

The Human took in a deep breath. “Okay, you’re right. It is hardly like I am in the slums anymore.” 

Sirka put on a fake smile and patted her client’s shoulder. “Good, very good. Now, I can’t loiter in this hall, so I’m going to be in that nightclub we passed by earlier. Just a floor down. If you need me, I’m only a call away.” She said, tapping a claw against the communicator device on the side of her head.

Once her client was finally confident enough to part from her, Sirka headed back to the lift to get back to one of the lower levels. As soon as the doors closed, she breathed out a sigh of relief. She quite needed the break from babysitting. 

[center][i][b]Paradise[/b][/i][/center]
[center][i][b]Nightclub[/b][/i][/center]
The club that Sirka was going to be spending her break did give her a few reminders of home. It was lively and exciting, with plenty of lights and fast-paced musing. There was a dense crowd, scantily-clad Twi’leks, and more alcohol among the patrons than there was bad dancing. But, it still had a certain amount of class to it that did not exist back on Nar Shaddaa. At the very least, it was not nearly as filthy. It was certainly a place that Sirka could have a good time, but she had not chosen it randomly. She had someone of her own to meet. 

Despite her size, Sirka did not have much issue moving through the crowd. People tended not to stay in her way for long. She walked up to the bar and leaned over onto it, entirely ignoring the stool that was far too small for her. Sitting next to her was a Togruta woman with skin that was primarily dark-orange, with bland and white bands on her lekku, as well as white stripes on other parts of her body. It was Sirka’s sister, Delni Rhiko. She was wearing a sleek black dress that hugged tightly to her form. She liked to show off her easily-recognizable beauty: a fact that made Sirka all the more critical of men who happened to associate with her. 

Delni was sipping on her drink when Sirka let out a huff. “Hmm, don’t you look like you’re enjoying yourself? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I’m paying for your vacation here. Why did I agree to let you come?”

“Like I said, sis, this is a great place to make connections. If you just let me do my thing, then I can have you another two or three jobs lined up before we even leave the station.” Delni answered. 

Sirka chuckled. “Right. Guess it’s just a happy coincidence that you get to sip expensive drinks while you do it.”

Delni smiled back at her. “Hey, no one here is going to take me seriously sober.”

“You mean no one’s going to take you to bed sober.” Sirka replied, following quickly by a jab to her side from Delni.