With her hood overhead and robe bound together, Anari looked more like one of countless poor humanoids walking through Gamorria’s streets than the Jedi Knight she truly was. Two hours passed since she departed the military base in search of the Neon Glow. Commander Gallowin saw fit to let her handle this investigation alone, leaving her with no trigger-happy soldiers or bloodthirsty allies to keep under control. Now in her preferred element, the only thing keeping her from entry into the club was not the twin armed bouncers just ahead, but the word of an ally working nearby. 

[color=f7941d][b]“No one’s on the rear door. Not the outside anyway,”[/b][/color] came a hushed voice beneath her.

Anari looked from the club entrance to her vambrace equipped on her left wrist. Communication during battle would now no longer be too risky to perform. [color=fff79a][b]“Good, that leaves the trouble outside the front and within. Match’s man should be here shortly with our transport.”[/b][/color]

[color=f7941d][b]“If he’s someone you can trust.”[/b][/color]

[color=fff79a][b]“He hasn’t given me a reason not to. Not yet.”[/b][/color]

[color=f7941d][b]“You know what you’re doing. That’s the only reason I’m here. But if anything goes wrong—”[/b][/color]

[color=fff79a][b]“You’ll come for me,”[/b][/color] Anari finished, a hum of laughter leaving her. [color=fff79a][b]“I know, Kyrin. Thank you.”[/b][/color] 

[color=f7941d][b]“No, thank you. Nar Shaddaa was getting boring anyway. I’ll wait for Match’s man. Kyrin out.”[/b][/color] 

The channel closed, leaving Anari to return her focus to the entryway of Neon Glow. The men posted outside looked relaxed despite the duty they had. Commoners walking the busy streets gave the building a wide berth. Only those wearing finer suits and dresses were permitted entry. People with credits to blow on the ‘merchandise’. Anyone not looking the part were kicked back into the street and left humiliated. She looked to be on the lower echelon, another would-be buyer ready to be kicked away from the door. 

Hiding her vambrace beneath the sleeve of her robes, she maneuvered through the busy streets and made her final approach towards the building. The twin bouncers eyed her instantly and straightened their bodies, sizing her up with their tired eyes. She drew her hood back revealing her face to the pair. Their eyes lit up instantly. 

[b]“Well now, what’s a beautiful woman like you—”[/b] started the rightmost guard. 

Anari’s right hand rose to silence the sexually-charged comments to come. [color=fff79a][b]“A beautiful woman like me should be allowed inside.”[/b][/color]

[b]“A beautiful woman like her?”[/b] The rightmost guard looked to his partner. [b]“We oughta just let her inside.”[/b]

[color=fff79a][b]“Take me in and show me around.”[/b][/color]

[b]“I’ll take her in and show her around,”[/b] the leftmost guard muttered, earning a nod of approval from his partner. [b]“Right this way, beautiful.”[/b]

Beckoned by the filth-covered hand of her impromptu guide, Anari followed the charmed guard inside. Cold air greeted her face opposed to the humidity of the crowded streets. A narrow hallway led her to the main floor room, where finely-dressed guests of all races gambled freely on large tables and machines scattered about. Several armed guards were dressed as well as could be, betraying the more rugged and filthy look of the men outside. It appeared more a casino than a slave auction, however the empty stage at the rear of the building implied that the true festivities were to be presented as a spectacle. 

[color=fff79a][b]“Show me your true product ahead of time, before other guests.”[/b][/color]

The charmed guard nodded and proceeded to lead her around the room. Few guards and guests eyed her, as the joy of winning and the horror of defeat at the hands of gambling took precedence in their mundane lives. To them, she was nobody, and she preferred it remain that way. 

Led through a door beside the stage, a few turned corners led her to a makeshift prison. Her eyes found the terrified stares of two dozen people meeting her; Twi’lek in majority, but a small handful of humans as well, watched her through the blue glow of a ray shield. Opposite the men and women gambling outside, they were dressed in musty rags, their bodies covered in dirt. Famished were their bodies and desperate were their expressions. She didn’t have the stomach to ask how long they were kept here.

[color=fff79a][b]“Gather every guard on the floor room and bring them here. Tell them it’s an emergency,”[/b][/color] Anari demanded.

Nodding, the charmed guard turned and hustled back out to the main floor without a second thought. 

Anari turned back to the prisoners, some of which approached the ray shield as closely as they could to examine her. [color=fff79a][b]“Don’t worry,”[/b][/color] she said. [color=fff79a][b]“I’m here to get you out.”[/b][/color]