h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*peruses job postings and scratches cheek thoughtfully*

*lecherous man drops to the floor without bothering to reel after Nyssabird's little black boot shows it's dislike for his clumsy attempt to locate her garter knife*

*brings leg over head to absent-mindedly stretch her thigh*

What, no need for dancing girls? What kind of pussy-prissy joint is this?!

*twirls a strand of hair around her finger, cocks her hip, and smiles pointedly*

So whatcha think, boys?
*smiles not entirely readably*

Having had an adequate area set up, she goes about making it hers. Out of her bag she untangles an impossibly large assortment of items, mostly surreptitious in nature. She pulls out lengths of gorgeous Maldraaken gauze that shimmer in fantastic colors and hangs them about the room. On the vanity she places her glass perfume bottles, toiletries, and a silver-handled hair brush. She carefully pulls out an old and cracked sepia colored photo of a beautiful dark-eyed man and a cherubic little girl, and lays it against the mirror. Next to the chaise lounge, on a small table, she sets a small music box. She hangs her costumes on hooks behind a screen. Her mood for decorating wanes, so she begins to disrobe and throws her dress across an armchair.

Njan darling..was thinking..especially after I posted about the imminent nightfall..is the Cantina terrestrial, in orbit, or attempting some position of stasis somewhere...? What I mean is..is nightfall a reasonable thing to be waiting for?

glad you're back

*sips her margarita...feels quite nicely..uhmm...*

(assuming njan has indeed followed...)

*motions to an armchair in which njan might like to find himself seated*

*sits semi-elegantly across from him in her chaise*

*while waiting for conversation to commence, twists her back around and turns her attention to the wall behind her. places a hand softly on a panel, murmurs a bit, and begins a search for the appropriate audio files to accompany her dancing*