Sudden Developments || Dax & Serilda
Dax had been enjoying having Serilda around the past few months. She was very helpful around the ship, despite being quite the visual distraction. She had seemed unphased by all of Dax’s flirts and winks though. Dax didn’t feel rejected so much as... unnoticed.
She hadn’t been planning on addressing the issue directly, but when she entered the cargo hold, she couldn’t help herself after the sight she was greeted with.
Serilda was bent over a crate, apparently working on a nearly out of reach panel. Her rump was sticking out, pointed directly at the entrance to the corridor. Dax decided it may be now or never. She quietly approached the hunched Jedi, her lips curling into a devilish grin as she leaned against the crate, her hand giving Serilda’s rear a playful smack and grab, a satisfied hum emanating from the smuggler.
“Hello there.”
