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PlayHutt: Salute to the Galactic Empire! (Open PM Asobininryochan if Interested)
"PlayHutt! The most distinguished gentlebeing's magazine in the galaxy has been bringing you award winning journalism, thought provoking essays, high caliber interviews, and the best and most beautiful males and females of all species for over 150 years! Now it's your chance to become part of the PlayHutt tradition by being the next PlayHutt Playmate! Sentients of all genders and species from the age of physical maturity to prime adulthood are encouraged to send in your profiles and holos! Hugh Heffhutt is waiting for you!"
(OOC: This thread is open to characters and writers of any gender playing any species from the Star Wars Universe. Please contact Asobininryochan via PM if interested))
"Remember your discipline, lieutenant," the woman said to herself in a soft but warm voice with a crisp Imperial accent that pronounced her rank as "leftenant" and brought a refined allure to even the simplest or dirtiest of words. "You are an officer in the Imperial Navy, you will not be intimidated by any of this."
But she was. Largely because she should not be here and she knew it. The Empire did not like aliens to put it mildly, many species were enslaved outright and the rich and powerful Hutts were often a target of derision in Imperial space. Even though there were trade agreements in place and many Imperial citizens bought black market goods off the Hutts, they were not well regarded nor were those who had contact with them.
And she was about to walk into one's palace and...well. Though this Hutt idd have a rather special arrangement and reputation. But that was why this was not official. Technically, she was on leave. Supposedly what she did with her private time was her business, right?
Lieutenant Thalia Baric took a deep breath as the speeder taking her to the estate began it's descent. She was a little below average height for a woman at 1.57 meters (5'3") but just right for a TIE pilot. Her hair was a rich honey blond that was currently down, against regulations, and flowed to her shoulders with a slight wave to it. Her eyes were a creamy green color and her face was pretty with fine, clear carved features and high cheekbones. Her lips were plush and invitingly pink, though she had a bit of red applied to them now. Her generous and lush figure was well displayed by the tight fitting dress uniform she had on; the jacket deformed ably by her large chest, the waist snug and fit, and her plush but shapely ass nicely hugged. Her measurements had been sent in ahead of time, of course and she hoped her 96DD-71-90 (38DD-28-36) figure had attracted the attention of the publisher himself and that he was behind her invitation.
Once it had arrived, she couldn't believe it. Thalia had been sure she'd never hear back once she sent in her information but against all odds...she was here. And there was no way, despite the possible repercussions that she could say no. This was PlayHutt! The most well written and widely read magazine in the galaxy! Her own father was a fan and she remembered wondering as a little girl if she'd ever be pretty enough to be in the magazine, though her father had gotten upset when she told him that.
The speeder landed and she heard the engines power down as the ship completed its landing cycle. Thalia stood up out of her seat, picking up the cap that was part of her uniform and putting it on top of her head, stood up straight and walked to the gangplank as it hissed and then lowered down for her to descend.
"PlayHutt! The most distinguished gentlebeing's magazine in the galaxy has been bringing you award winning journalism, thought provoking essays, high caliber interviews, and the best and most beautiful males and females of all species for over 150 years! Now it's your chance to become part of the PlayHutt tradition by being the next PlayHutt Playmate! Sentients of all genders and species from the age of physical maturity to prime adulthood are encouraged to send in your profiles and holos! Hugh Heffhutt is waiting for you!"
(OOC: This thread is open to characters and writers of any gender playing any species from the Star Wars Universe. Please contact Asobininryochan via PM if interested))
"Remember your discipline, lieutenant," the woman said to herself in a soft but warm voice with a crisp Imperial accent that pronounced her rank as "leftenant" and brought a refined allure to even the simplest or dirtiest of words. "You are an officer in the Imperial Navy, you will not be intimidated by any of this."
But she was. Largely because she should not be here and she knew it. The Empire did not like aliens to put it mildly, many species were enslaved outright and the rich and powerful Hutts were often a target of derision in Imperial space. Even though there were trade agreements in place and many Imperial citizens bought black market goods off the Hutts, they were not well regarded nor were those who had contact with them.
And she was about to walk into one's palace and...well. Though this Hutt idd have a rather special arrangement and reputation. But that was why this was not official. Technically, she was on leave. Supposedly what she did with her private time was her business, right?
Lieutenant Thalia Baric took a deep breath as the speeder taking her to the estate began it's descent. She was a little below average height for a woman at 1.57 meters (5'3") but just right for a TIE pilot. Her hair was a rich honey blond that was currently down, against regulations, and flowed to her shoulders with a slight wave to it. Her eyes were a creamy green color and her face was pretty with fine, clear carved features and high cheekbones. Her lips were plush and invitingly pink, though she had a bit of red applied to them now. Her generous and lush figure was well displayed by the tight fitting dress uniform she had on; the jacket deformed ably by her large chest, the waist snug and fit, and her plush but shapely ass nicely hugged. Her measurements had been sent in ahead of time, of course and she hoped her 96DD-71-90 (38DD-28-36) figure had attracted the attention of the publisher himself and that he was behind her invitation.
Once it had arrived, she couldn't believe it. Thalia had been sure she'd never hear back once she sent in her information but against all odds...she was here. And there was no way, despite the possible repercussions that she could say no. This was PlayHutt! The most well written and widely read magazine in the galaxy! Her own father was a fan and she remembered wondering as a little girl if she'd ever be pretty enough to be in the magazine, though her father had gotten upset when she told him that.
The speeder landed and she heard the engines power down as the ship completed its landing cycle. Thalia stood up out of her seat, picking up the cap that was part of her uniform and putting it on top of her head, stood up straight and walked to the gangplank as it hissed and then lowered down for her to descend.
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