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Nos Astra was the biggest city on Illium, it’d be the capital if the planet had any sort of central government like that. Instead though the cities were more or less independent from one another and everything else. Just about everything known in the galaxy could be bought and sold, legally, in Nos Astra, including people. The only things that weren’t legal were theft and murder, and that was about it. Some people fund similarities between here and Omega, and there were certainly some common threads but there was more order in Nos Astra by far, and the divides between the various ranks was not who had the biggest stick, but how much money you had. If you had enough money, you were practically royalty in Nos Astra. Things were still dangerous here, even deadly, but there was a polished veneer to the place that Omega lacked that gave people a false sense of security.
To people who had lived here for any length of time, they knew better. That included Alexa Hudson, who had just started her shift at the Blue Star, one of Nos Astra’s many strip clubs. This one was a little classier than most, not the most high end but getting up there. It was dark, clean, the drinks were strong, if customers got too rough or demanding they were booted out, and there were a variety of workers available. On Nos Astra, asari were the most common race, but the Blue Star actually had other races working for them, as well as men. Alexa was one of the human dancers, a sleek blonde (a rarity these days among humans) with full curves that made heads turn everywhere she went even when she wasn’t working.
At work though, especially, since she of course was dressed to catch the eye, the usual spandex body suit hugging her like a second skin, dark blue and slightly metallic. The neck came up to her jaw line, but a diamond shape was cut over the chest, dipping down low to put her cleavage on display another was cut out over her stomach, once again dipping low, exposing most of her stomach with the bottom point level with low on her hips. The back had a similar motif, almost nonexistent as it was just one open diamond shape, from the nape of her neck to the small of her back just above where it began to curve back out with the shape of her ass.
Alexa had never seen Earth, she had been born on a human colony, how she’d ended up here was a long pretty uninteresting story in her opinion. It didn’t matter anyway, she was here now and making a pretty decent living dancing and stripping privately. Alexa didn’t strip on stage, you had to pay extra to see her in the buff, and a lot of men (and a few women) did just that. More than that would cost you even more, way more, she wasn’t above it, but she didn’t see herself as some prostitute. She had standards, both for how she was treated and who she saw privately.
Tonight, she didn’t spot any of her regulars though, so working the circuit it was, her most charming smile on her face. Her blonde hair fell to her shoulders in smooth waves and her bright green eyes were lined with black to make them pop a bit more. She wasn’t due up on stage for a couple of hours, so until then it was flirt and see if anyone wanted a table or lap dance, for a fee of course, or a private dance if they really had the credits to drop. A slow, throbbing beat poured out of the walls, and there was an asari up on the stage, working the pole like she’d been doing it for a hundred years, because she probably had. Everything seemed pretty normal really, just another night in Nos Asta, but really, Alexa should know better than to think that.
To people who had lived here for any length of time, they knew better. That included Alexa Hudson, who had just started her shift at the Blue Star, one of Nos Astra’s many strip clubs. This one was a little classier than most, not the most high end but getting up there. It was dark, clean, the drinks were strong, if customers got too rough or demanding they were booted out, and there were a variety of workers available. On Nos Astra, asari were the most common race, but the Blue Star actually had other races working for them, as well as men. Alexa was one of the human dancers, a sleek blonde (a rarity these days among humans) with full curves that made heads turn everywhere she went even when she wasn’t working.
At work though, especially, since she of course was dressed to catch the eye, the usual spandex body suit hugging her like a second skin, dark blue and slightly metallic. The neck came up to her jaw line, but a diamond shape was cut over the chest, dipping down low to put her cleavage on display another was cut out over her stomach, once again dipping low, exposing most of her stomach with the bottom point level with low on her hips. The back had a similar motif, almost nonexistent as it was just one open diamond shape, from the nape of her neck to the small of her back just above where it began to curve back out with the shape of her ass.
Alexa had never seen Earth, she had been born on a human colony, how she’d ended up here was a long pretty uninteresting story in her opinion. It didn’t matter anyway, she was here now and making a pretty decent living dancing and stripping privately. Alexa didn’t strip on stage, you had to pay extra to see her in the buff, and a lot of men (and a few women) did just that. More than that would cost you even more, way more, she wasn’t above it, but she didn’t see herself as some prostitute. She had standards, both for how she was treated and who she saw privately.
Tonight, she didn’t spot any of her regulars though, so working the circuit it was, her most charming smile on her face. Her blonde hair fell to her shoulders in smooth waves and her bright green eyes were lined with black to make them pop a bit more. She wasn’t due up on stage for a couple of hours, so until then it was flirt and see if anyone wanted a table or lap dance, for a fee of course, or a private dance if they really had the credits to drop. A slow, throbbing beat poured out of the walls, and there was an asari up on the stage, working the pole like she’d been doing it for a hundred years, because she probably had. Everything seemed pretty normal really, just another night in Nos Asta, but really, Alexa should know better than to think that.