Lyle gladly delivered the message and took his forty creds, it was easy money for him. Maybe he should leave the drug business and get out he considered, but he loved the club scene too much. Lyle left the table to pursue other potential clients. 

Drea Tin seductively glanced over at the young man sitting at the table. She got his message, and she finished her glass of Bespin port before striding over in her revealing black dress that complimented her tan orange skin. 

"Hello there, Mister. I hear you are looking for Molech, you must be brave or stupid. Buy me a drink and I'll take you to what you seek," she said as she licked her lips in a suggestive way.