[right][h3]Nima Tarkona[/h3][/right]
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Nima grabbed a soft towel from the built in shelves that were near the entryway, her mind occupied with options for what to do once she left the baths. Her slender hands moved slowly as she dried herself and only stopped when the door to the baths opened suddenly. The Twi'lek had a feeling their down time was coming to an end. A female human messenger stepped purposely around the corner, eyes quickly scanning the room opposite from where she stood. Nima recognized the woman. It was the messenger used for when a female slave needed to be contacted and wasn't near a communication terminal. She was an average looking female, with shoulder length brown hair, hazel colored eyes, and a relatively short stature. Nima could have rested her chin on top of the woman's head if she ever felt compelled to. 

"Hello Alynia, looking for me?" Nima called out.

Alynia whipped her head towards her voice, sending her short brown hair flying across her pale face. "Hey Nima! Yes, looking for you and the rest of your posse. You in particular are needed to greet a last minute guest and their party at Pad 2." Her eyes flicked to look at something just over the Twi'lek's shoulder. The others must have seen her come in and made their way over. "The rest of you girls are wanted at the throne room." the woman reported, talking quickly and turning to leave as swiftly as she came. It wasn't her job to make sure the girls got there, just to deliver the message. 

Looking over her shoulder to find her dripping wet friends Nima moved quickly, handing out towels for the girls to dry themselves with before departing herself. She couldn't afford the luxury of leaving with the group. "See you ladies later!" she called out, her long slender legs carrying her quickly through the frosted double doors and into the hallway connecting the baths to the rest of the slave's quarters. The nude twi'lek made her way through the white walled halls, towel still in hand, past rooms and the main lounge area occupied with the rest of Master Khulbe's slaves. Her crimson bare feet were a striking contrast against the white marbled floors as they carried her to her personal suite. 

The door to her room was always locked, rigged to only open from the outside when sensing her slave collar or with a pass-code known only by Master Khulbe and his trusted associates. Once someone was inside, they could allow an unauthorized person into the suite. This was to protect Nima from unwanted visitors, as no one was allowed to lay with her without the express permission from Master Khulbe. This was true for the other girls as well, as they were his prized slaves and not there for just anyone's entertainment. Once she reached her door, she paused to allow the security at her door to scan the golden platted collar that hugged her neck. It wasn't long before the door slid opened and she slipped into her room. 

It was fairly spacious lodgings given to someone of her status, equipped with high ceilings, white stucco walls, and white marbling flooring that is a common theme throughout the palace. Directly across from her was a glass paneled wall that gave her a view of her master's slice of the ecumenopolis moon while simultaneously concealing the room from prying eyes. To her right was a small lounge area for the purpose of entertaining guests complete with a round table, a set of high-backed cushion chairs, a small bar, and buffet to hold food and dinnerware. A sizable round rug rested between the bed  and the lounge area, given the room was longer than it was wide. Various plants, rugs, and artwork decorated the room, adding color to the otherwise white room. To her left was a walk-in closet and further along was a small cabinet with a wash basin that she used to cleanse her face each morning. 

Spinning on the balls of her feet, she turned to go into her closet and thought of what to wear for the meeting. It wasn't a formal assembly, there simply wasn't enough time for something like that, so she ignored the fancier dresses in her closet and moved her way to the more traditional outfits of her class. There were various styled bikinis that hung in the closet, some cloth and some metal plated. She went for the latter as it would likely match the collar she wore now, saving her the time of having to go and change it. She browsed until she found a golden bikini. The top itself had only two straps, the first wrapped around the base of her neck and was made of an emerald green cloth and the second was more of a metallic clasp that closed in the back for the purpose of giving her breasts the support to create an pronounced cleavage. The bottoms rested low on her hips by more emerald cloth that she tied to metal triangle-shaped panels that covered her more intimate areas. The bottoms also had a liner so that if anyone were to ever find themselves staring up her 'skirts' they wouldn't be given too much of a show. A matching sash was attached to these panels and the silky cloth fell to her knees. Once dressed, Nima clasped golden metal bands to her wrists, slipped into matching strapped sandals, and ran out the door.

As she approached the Landing Pad 2's main blast doors, she spotted the security detail that was assigned to guard the entry way and quickly made her way over. "Good afternoon gentlemen, to whom do I have the pleasure of meeting?" she asked. Alynia hadn't shared that information in her earlier instructions. 

One of the men answered her, a Twi'lek, "Jaren Jast, Courier, Associate of Master Khulbe". 

As he answered her, Nima heard a ship pull in and land on the platform above her. Soon, the platform will descend to bring the ship into the building and she needed to be outside to greet her charge. "Thank you" She told the male guard before passing through the blast doors, revealing the chamber where the freighter will be docked. It was an immense empty space, meant to hold cargo to be loaded and unloaded. Various panels were outlined along the floor around the mechanical platform, hiding whatever resources or tools an engineer would need to maintain a ship and keep her space-worthy. As the door closed behind her, she focused her attention on the descending platform and waited for it to lock in place before approaching the loading bay door of the ship.