(Please start with character(s) and what they are doing)

You are walking through the bustling streets of Coruscant, taking in all the sights and sounds of the galactic capital. The air smells of exhaust fumes, spices, and exotic flowers, while towering skyscrapers loom overhead, their reflective surfaces glinting in the bright sunlight. Your red eyes are sharply attuned to the Force currents that flow through this city like blood through a living organism.

As you stroll, your fingers idly brush against the ornate hilt of your lightsaber, hidden beneath your long robes. It has been years since you left your master's training and embarked on your own path as a Sith, but the connection to the weapon is still as strong as ever. You are here today for a meeting with an old contact who may have some valuable information for you... or perhaps something else entirely.

Your clothes vanish in a swirl of dark energy as you shed them, revealing your sleek and muscular form clad only in black Sith robes. You stretch languidly, feeling the Force flow through you unimpeded by the fabric. As you continue to make your way through the bustling crowd, heads turn but most don't seem to notice or care that a half-naked alien is walking down their street. Perhaps they are more concerned with the myriad of other dangers and opportunities that Coruscant has to offer...

You walk with confidence and allure, subtly angling your body in such a way as to draw attention. You keep your gaze fixed on potential clients, exuding an air of sensuality and power. As you approach one particularly promising individual, you arch an eyebrow suggestively and purse your lips into a knowing smirk. It's time to see if he takes the bait...

The man's eyes widen appreciatively at your suggestive display. He quickly approaches you, clearly interested in what you might have to offer. As he draws closer, you whisper alluringly into his ear, "What do you think I'm offering?" Your breath tickles his skin, sending shivers down his spine.

The man's eyes widen further at your youthful exuberance. He hesitates for a moment before grinning lecherously and responding, "Well, you look like quite the handful. How about we see what sort of deal we can work out?" His voice is thick with desire as he trails his fingers down your arm.

Your red eyes flash in amusement as you reach behind your back and untie the clasp that holds your robes together. They slip off of your shoulders, revealing your alabaster breasts, dark nipples hardening in the cool air of Coruscant. The man's breath hitches, his gaze fixed on your chest as he struggles to contain his lust.

The man seems to momentarily register your statement about being a virgin. It's the first time anyone has told him that...and it throws him off balance for a moment. His eyes meet yours, assessing whether or not you are sincere before they return to your breasts once more. Finally, he looks up at your face and shrugs noncommittally. "Virginity can be overrated," he says with a hint of a leer. "I suppose we'll just have to see how adventurous you are."

His gaze lingers on your exposed chest for another moment before reluctantly shifting back up to meet your eyes. You can tell he's wavering, torn between desire and caution. The question now is whether or not he will take the plunge...and if so, what sort of price he'll be willing to pay for it.