A protocol droid entered and spoke quietly to Nae’Paula. The twi’lek girl thanked the droid by his numbers, then turned to their guests. “Senator Soleta’Anan will see you now.
Leading them into the office, the senator and her two other guests rose to greet them. “Thank you, Nae’Paula.” She gestured to chairs. “Please have a seat. My name is Soleta’anan. I trust my sister has seen to your needs?”
The senator was more mature than Nae’Paula, elegant shapely, and attractive, wearing a lovely black dress with an alluringly low neckline.
Nae’Paula backed out blushing a little, and casting admiring glances at one of the other guests.
“This is another sister of mine, Diona’anan.” The third rutian twi’lek was between the two in age and elegance, welcomed them. She was not quite as buxom as her elder, but tall and lithe, with long, delicate lekku and an ornate sword on her hip.
The last guest gave a small, amused rumble, and Soleta smiled up at him. Way, way up. “I don’t believe Colonel Chewbacca needs any introduction.
The towering wookie gave a purr that--to those who knew Shiriwook--understood as a humble, “I’m retired.”