"sir?" she questioned with a coy voice. "I would prefer if you called me in another, more passionate form."
The woman detected his crisp reaction and winked at him, trying to relax him and get him in a more warm spirit, allowing her cleavage to be at his eye sight level. "I was wondering if someone such as yourself could grant me information on a fellow student. You see, I used to work in the human traffic market, and she was a slave, so I thought that maybe she had killed her master, and thus a business partner of mine."
(If any Charm roll, or Deceive roll is required, please let me know negative rolls applied)
_________________ Force Sensitive | Human | Slaver | Reputation 5 | Provocative Charm | Breathy Voice | Graduation 8 Equip: Padded Armor, Hand Scanner, ComLink, Datapad, Glow Rod, Truncheon, Lightsaber Shoto, Backpack
Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility.
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