For mere moments, Lexa felt as in awe as when she first set foot on Coruscant. Every where she turned, she was surrounded by bright lights and reflective surfaces. While she preferred planets with more natural beauty, she had to admit there was something alluring about this place. The further she wandered the more she began to understood why beings from all over the galaxy flocked to Catonica. “ Indeed…yet somehow I’d still feel more comfortable in the underworld… “ While she detested the underbelly of the metropolis, she had grown accustomed to its many streets and routes since taking up bounty hunting.
Blending in was part of the excitement of a job – Lexa enjoyed the intrigue of disguise anyway – however, she wasn’t particularly thrilled with the attire required for this mission. Her dress was black, simple yet elegant in its own way, though it showed more skin than Lexa was used to. If they were to make it through the evening unnoticed, she would need to work harder on shedding the TENSION from her shoulders. Trilla’s presence helped keep her grounded.
She kept watch for their target, or rather the haram of women that would supposedly be surrounding him. Of course that would be like searching for a needle in a HAYSTACK in a place like this. The night was young and the pair might as well try to enjoy themselves before inevitable danger came their way.
Lexa responded with a raised brow, yet took her companion’s hand anyway. “ Hmm I see you couldn’t resist an opportunity to sweep me off my feet. “ Dancing had never been her strong suit, as most of her patience went into combat rather than the creative arts. Trilla would wind up leading anyway, and Lexa could keep up enough for onlookers to be none the wiser. “ How many bounties do you think are in this room alone? “ Green eyes twinkled mischievously at her partner. Out of her peripherals, she searched for anything resembling the crest Circe was known for.
"𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓." Beneath its gilded exterior lay a core as rotten as any other planet. If they looked hard enough, they'd see whispered exchanges in the corners, deals of ill repute and unearned gains; follow the lines of credits, and they would undoubtedly lead back to a mine, seized from its rightful owners. A factory, worked day and night by an unwilling populace. All tell-tale signs of the Empire's generous interference.
But they could do nothing about all that. No one could. They were here to put a stop to one man, and one man only — then get paid for it. Even so, she supposed that didn't preclude a little entertainment along the way.
"It's not my fault you make it so easy, darling," she drawled, slipping into the familiar, teasing banter bounced back and forth between them. But while it had always come from across the battlefield, from the opposite end of a lightsaber, now she need only whisper, and Lexa could hear with how close they danced. A simple waltz: forward, right, back, left, fingers on her waist, hand in hand. Before she remembered to look, they were halfway across the floor. Trilla blinked, raising her eyes to the crowd.
"I'm only concerned about our bounty," she murmured. Collecting them all would be a fine way to end the night ( not to mention an act of kindness, so far as the Galaxy was concerned ) but even they might have trouble pulling a stunt like that. "I don't see him yet. Perhaps the night's still too young." Another twirl, another swish of their skirts, and she met the sparkle of her partner's gaze. "You're quite light on your feet." And because she couldn't resist the urge to crow, she spun Lexa outwards, striking a pose of her own before reeling the other back inwards, catching her by the hand. "Though it doesn't hurt to have a good lead, hm?"
