Miley stood in front of the mirror, admiring her mistress' latest gift. The latex bodysuit fitted perfectly, its shiny black surface like a second skin. She had matched it with a pair of knee high boots with laces all the way tot he top and a cropped jacket with red trim that hung open over her shoulders. She still wore her collar of course, the gold glinting against the black latex, and her blue-black hair had been pulled into a loose ponytail above her head.
She put a hand to her tits, her nipples still sore from the weight of the tray they had supported for most of the day, and smiled. The pain was not unpleasant.
"You'll need this as well."
She turned as Orllah stepped into the bedroom, a holster containing a sleek, silver blaster pistol in her outstretched hand.
"Madame Elza doesn't permit weapons in the House, though," Miley replied carefully.
Orllah smirked, stepping forwards and strapping the holster snugly around Miley's thigh. "Lets just say she's made an exception for you tonight," she said.
Their eyes met and the smile faded from Orllah's face. "Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked. "I can do it myself."
"No," Miley interrupted firmly. "You can't be seen in the House after the Assembly meeting today, and I know there's no one else you would trust with this." She flashed her mistress a grin that held more confidence than she truly felt. "Besides, none of them, were looking at my face earlier. They won't recognise me without my tits out."
That at least brought a smile to the Twi'lek's face and Miley felt a rush of happiness knowing how much Orllah truly cared for her. "I'll be fine," she promised.
"I know," Orllah replied. She stepped forwards and pressed her lips to Miley's, the kiss long and passionate. "Do whatever it takes to get her on side. I wont judge."
Miley cast her eyes about their bedroom and the bondage points, cages and gear that hung from the walls. "Well that's a relief!" she said, only slightly sarcastically.
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Hassau Port was busier than usual what with the Assembly meeting. The people were nervous, the retinues of the various Lords camped outside the city walls a presence that was hard to ignore. For the most part this nervousness had spread over into the form of drinking, gambling and whoring but Miley passed at least half a dozen brawls on her way to the House. Fortunately the city guard were out in force and wherever she saw a fight there seemed to be a squad of guard not far from the action.
The House was set two blocks from the coast and Hassau's gorgeous White Beach. It was a single building in the style of the villas that populated Hassau's affluent residential districts. A six foot wall covered in trailing ivy surrounded the property, a pair of large gates guarded by three bouncers, two Zabracks and a burly human, marking the entrance to the club. A long queue of hopeful patrons stood against the wall, chatting excitedly as they waited for a chance to enter Hassau's most exclusive club.
Miley bypassed the queue and joined the back of a much shorter line for VIP entrants. A long necked human and her own bodyguard glanced at her imperiously before being called forwards by one of the Zabracks and waved through. Miley stepped forwards after her, feeling the Zabrack's yellow eyes lingering on the obvious curves of her hips and breasts as she gave her name and was eventually waved through.
She stepped into a large courtyard with a central fountain with three tiers. Perfumed water the colour of bubblegum bubbled and swirled in pleasing patterns whilst the air was filled with the scent of the House's fabulous garden. Before Orllah had crashed down to the planet and become her mistress, Miley had once worked in the House as one of its subs. She knew Madame Ezra was a keen horticulturist and had her garden was her most prized possession.
