"I require more." A chubby hand points at Rafa. "You will dance. If you are pleasing, then I will sign."

She bows again, looking shy but slightly proud, as if he's offered a great compliment and this is all she daren't hope for. "If it please Your Highest Eminence, I shall do so."

The Hutt claps his hands together, and the majordomo makes frantic gestures at the band, who start playing.

Well. She hasn't actually ever danced, but she was a Jedi and is now a Sith, she's fit and she can play up the sexy mixing in some coy and some shy stolen glances as if seeking the Hutt's approval.

Seems like he approves.

Oh good. She becomes gradually bolder, as if his approval's filling her with confidence.

By the time the dance is over he is laughing.

"Good, good. I will sign, yes. Give it here."

She does.

(This is going to go wrong she just knows it.)

The Hutt signs with a flourish, and gives her a big sloppy kiss on the cheek when she leans in.

She giggles and fails to blush because she can't blush but boy she wishes she could.

(Ew ew ew ew eeeeeewwwww.)

She should probably make good her escape at this point.

Yyyep. She does.

Aaand she still doesn't get ambushed on her way back.

Oh wow okay good so the worst part was the kiss.

The Cipher agent meets her at the rendezvous.

"Nicely done. You've got some good moves, by the way."

"Thanks. Now I need to shower for five hours."

"I don't blame you."

"I was honestly expecting him to want to keep me or something."

"Wasn't much risk of that. Beeadu's still more of a "business" Hutt than a "pointless luxuries" Hutt."

"I'm so relieved."

"You handled it well."

"Thank you. What's next?"

"Nothing you need to worry about. You can go back and give Lord Occlus the good news."

"I will, then. Thank you."

Smile and a wave to see her off.