The Drunk Side Cantina, Dreshdae Settlement...
Korriban might have been a dried-up hole in the galaxy, but it was still the closest thing to an actual home Satira had ever known. The facility didn't count, since for one thing she had never bothered learning what planet it was on. She hoped the planet had been glassed in the war, honestly, and that no one could ever repeat that horrible experiment. Not like it hadn't turned out alright for her, after a whole lot of pain and nonsense and bullshit of course.
In any event, she was back in town for a week or so after some more misadventures in the galaxy at large. And as usual, her stupid fucked-up body had her stuffing her face once again, and guzzling down Juma Juice like it was water. She had a whole table to herself off to one side, with plates stacked up everywhere and empty bottles too.
One of the waitresses nervously approached the ravenous Sith. "Um, Miss... Miss Satira?" the girl stammered, unsure how to address the salty woman before her. "Your, um, I mean, the...."
"Speak up, Tails, or get down here and lemme stuff my cock down your throat if you're gonna leave your mouth open that way," Satira grunted, not even looking up. She ate fast, but meticulously, as if someone long ago had gone to extreme lengths to beat table manners into her skull. "I'd even tip you extra if you could take it all."
The hapless Twi'lek was still new enough to be flustered by that kind of talk, and she laughed nervously. "Oh, um, y-you don't have a, um... penis, Miss Satira," she stammered. "...do you?"
"Keep talking about it, girly, I'll have to think you're interested in finding out," Satira replied, pausing to gulp down more liquor. She looked up, and threw a whiff of lusty pheromones at the girl's face. "I like that Miss Satira thing though, keep that up and I won't bitch you out to your boss for slacking off."
The waitress flushed again and squirmed, pressing her thighs together. "Please stop teasing me, Miss Satira," she whined. "Oh, wow, it's, is it getting hot in here...?"
Satira laughed and quit pushing the pheromones out. "Run along and get back to work, Tails, I'll wave you down if I need anything," she said dismissively, going back to her food; the waitress bowed and backed away, still unsure what had just happened and not at all sure she liked it.