Sith in a Cantina (Semi-Open, PM to join)

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

He grabbed her by the throat, and the electric tingle was back. He squeezed, and she could feel her airflow restricted. She choked a little, struggling for breath, but she relished it. It had been years ago when she'd first been choked, by her apprentice in a rage. She'd severed his arm, but Naraka had learned that she enjoyed that painful, frightening feeling.

He backhanded her across the face, hard, and she licked the blood from her cracked lip, hissing audibly and baring her fangs. She was loving this.

He backhanded her again, and pulled away part of her clothing. She kicked him in the face hard enough to break his nose and she pulled away his clothing too.

And then the real fun began.

Right there in the cantina, they gave the other patrons a real show. They were fighting just as much as they were making love, and by the end, Naraka's throat and face were bruised, and Haust's skin was covered in bite marks, many deep. He was dripping with blood, and looked like he'd been attacked by a wild animal.

That was rather apt.

What most people wouldn't understand was how these two Sith could be so satisfied by that type of experience. However, they were. They were both very pleased by the end, when Naraka forced Haust to pay for the damage they'd inflicted to the cantina.

Finally, she'd started the duty walk back to the Temple, where it was time to take a cool shower and wash his blood off of her, and to treat the cracks in her lip.

But she wore a smile the entire time.

[Raytheon]

The kick to the face was indeed hard enough to break his nose, luckily for him it didn't but definitely allowed blood to shoot form his nostrils. The mount of the blood smearing upon the floor was enough to make some consider it was indeed a fight.

It would be nearly forty five minutes later of rough passion that took place on the cantina floor, booth, bar however like in adult theaters it was something very disturbing to watch yet hard to look away.

Many patrons had gathered from off the street looking in the doorway until it ultimately ended and causing them to leave in a reaction of fear and embarrassment for having bore witness.

Many befuddled to the smile on Permenion's face as he laid there clawed, bitten bruised and completely satisfied apart from his belt, and pants the rest of his clothing tattered and blood soaked upon the floor. Permenion sat up fresh blood running from the wounds on his chest and face his smiled reddened with a mixture of both his blood and her's. She had already left while he remained blissful in his own pain, pleasure.

Many of the patrons looked at him surprised to see him easily stand let alone continue to smile, Permenion leaned down picking up his belt and slowly clipping it back on the only remnants of his shirt being the decorative bracers he wore on his forearms.

Picking up various items that were in his tunic he placed them in his various pockets of his slacks before slowly walking to the bar reaching into his pocket pulling out a large wad of credit bills, his fingers strained with blood her marked each bill he touched as he carelessly flick bill by bill on the bar top.

"Hope you all enjoyed the show.. I'll be here all week heh, these are for the damages.. that bottle of pure grain spirits"

He gestured to a bottle of clear liquor, untouched likely with a high alcohol content was the bar droid grabbed it and placed it in front of him. With the passion passed his fear in infection and bacteria began to set in as he grabbed the bottle quickly twisting off the cap and taking a few breaths of courage before pouring it over his chest.

The resulting burn caused him to grunt loudly from behind his teeth as the blood washed away revealing the multitude of cuts, scrapes, bites, slices on his chest and arms.

He continued pouring it over his face to clean it off before reaching to grab for a a bar clothing that was folded behind the bar and dry off his hands and face. he looked at the additional mess as he thumbed away an additional couple of bills on the bar, stuffing the remainder in his pocket as he made his way to the door nearly slipping on the mixture of liquor and blood.

He stumbled outside making his way to his ship catching the eyes of civilians, patrons and other initiates as he slowly made his way to his ship. As it was a good distance his stumbled steps and clanking of his saber as he walked were the only sounds that came from him. Upon reaching the star port and it's patrons gasps were heard as a would be good samaritan approach to aid him suddenly stop with a force choke and a soft force push away causing him to stumble back a few step as he held his throat in confusion.

Security didn't bother with verifying his identity after that moment instead opting to just get out of his way. Finally making his way to docking port of his ship he entered his ship making his way to his quarters a large regally decorated chamber complete with wood carved dressers and stands, however in the center sat a large sarcophagus styled tank, fitted with bronzium, and transparisteel along with tubes protruding from every side into the floor.

As he approached it slowly hissed and opened activated by the proximity sensors, inside was liquid jets of milky transparent kolto, due to it's high concentration. along with a reclined platform obvious for sitting. Stripping away his clothes and belt, he slowly climbed in laying back pressing the re-breathing tube into his mouth as he submerged himself into the liquid.

It was the most interesting experience on Korriban thus far, and though he'd stay within his kolto chamber for nearly a day to fully heal, it is something he'd repeat on demand. After all what was life without it's painful and pleasurable experiences?

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Naraka made it back to the Temple and progressed straight to the showers, disrobing and stepping into a streaming downpour of cool water, rubbing the blood away with her hands and cleaning herself. She let the cleansing water run over her, soaking her completely.

At long last, she finished, and then she walked over to the medical wing, reasoning that it wouldn't hurt to have bruising and cuts attended to.

The Togruta woman entered, and came face to face with an Arkanian in a lab coat. Her short white hair was neatly manicured, and her age was impossible to determine.

"Can I help you?" The Arkanian asked politely, eyeing the bruises and the cuts.

"Yes," Naraka said, gesturing to her injuries.

"All right," The Doctor said softly, guiding her fellow Sith over to a bed and having her sit on the edge. She quickly checked her pulse and her blood pressure, pronouncing them normal for her species, and then she pulled out a kolto patch and applied it to Naraka's cut.

"That stays on for at least two hours," She instructed as she rummaged through a supply cabinet.

"Does anyone besides me know how to organize?" The Arkanian said softly, running one hand along the bottom of the drawer before finding the right materials.

"I don't know Doctor..." Naraka prompted for a name.

"Doctor Sobi Q'asdan, or Professor if you prefer. Now, this is a long-duration patch, it will keep the bruises cooled, alternating between chilling and room temperature for two days, after which it will warm to promote healing. I don't want you to remove it. And next time, lay off the fights."

Naraka smiled slyly.

"It wasn't a fight."

The Arkanian's expression shifted to an awkward kind of surprise. That prompted a wider smile from Naraka.

An hour later, she was blissfully asleep on her bedroll.