Southeastern Territory of the Milky Way Galaxy, Hutt Space, Smuggler's Moon, Nal Hutta satellite.
Outside an extravagant-looking bar, a holographic projection showed a naked Tusken beauty swaying her alluring body. The image had been deliberately blurred, and its tantalizing glimpses were enough to stir the blood.
A man in an overcoat walked up to the bar entrance with his collar raised to hide his face, his head lowered.
A thick arm suddenly blocked his path. The hand wore a metal gauntlet, electricity crackling across its knuckles. Taking a punch from that fist to the face would clearly be anything but pleasant.
The burly bodyguard said nothing, merely staring coldly at the man before him.
The man glanced at the guard, fear showing on his face. He hurriedly took out a finger-sized object from his pocket and handed it over. The guard took the device and pulled it apart with both hands. It split in two, projecting a hologram between the halves that displayed the bar's emblem and the member's basic information.
The bodyguard nodded, returned the device, and stepped aside.
The bar doors opened, and a rich, enticing fragrance came pouring out, accompanied by muffled clamor and the sounds of singing and dancing. A passing beggar immediately craned his neck, trying to peer inside, but the guard raised a hand and jolted him with a burst of electricity. The beggar staggered and collapsed, unable to get up for quite some time.
The man in the overcoat did not linger and immediately entered the bar.
In stark contrast to the cold, vicious guards outside, several beautiful women of different styles, dressed in little more than scraps of fabric, surrounded him as soon as he stepped inside. In voices sweet enough to make one sick, they greeted him while rubbing their fiery