Dasani spun her chair around to face Boba Fett. As her golden eyes met with the emotionless gaze of the view plate of his helmet, a soft gasp escaped from her lips. It had been many years since she had looked upon his armored visage and the sight of him standing there was a bit unnerving. She studied him for a moment, her amber eyes moving over his equipment. There was something different about Fett. Sure, his armor was significantly more weathered than the last time she saw it but the way he stood is what revealed the change. Dasani was always so good at reading the smallest detail about a person body language and was able perceive things at near Jedi-like accuracy. It was this that helped her excel in the political area. However, Dasani could tell by Boba's posture that the years had been difficult for this hunter, he seemed to have a faint weariness about him. Although she sensed this from Boba it did nothing to lessen the effect of his intimating presence on her.

She pushed her chair back and stood, running her fingertips along the surface of her desk. Making her around the desk, she stopped in front of Fett. The years had significantly changed her as well and Boba took notice from underneath his helmet. The woman that stood before him was no longer the rough and lethal mercenary he'd remembered rather she appeared more refined, stately and elegant. Dasani was dressed in the typical attire of a high ranking official. Her long dark robes hid the feminine curves of her body and made her somewhat look imposing. However her hair softened that look, with its pale color and it's length revealing a natural wave, with it's end coming to the middle of her back. It was definitely a change from her cropped hair style, however Boba Fett silently appreciated the way her hair looked now.

"60,000 initial deposit then a monthly allowance of 5000 for the duration of your contract...additionally any expenditures such as fuel, ammunition, or equipment repairs will be provided upon the authorization of a Republic official, namely me..." she said as she picked up a data pad, powering it on and handed it to Fett. "Of course the length of this contract is determined by you, meaning if you have a more profitable venture you are free to leave no questions asked."

Boba thumbed over the device, it's illuminated screen reflecting in his visor. After looking over the particulars of the job and giving the authorization to accept the initial deposit, he handed the data pad back to Dasani.

Boba Fett finally spoke, the tone of his voice rough through his external comm. "That's a substantial amount of credits for just personal security."

Dasani turned and placed the data pad on the desk. Looking back at Boba Fett, a thin brow arched and her lips curled into a smirk, "What Fett? Don't think I'm worth it?"

Boba Fett remained silent as Dasani, leaned against the desk. She ran a hand through her hair as she let out a heavy sigh. "The truth is Boba, the Republic is unaware that I have resorted to hiring outside k."

"Don't you think they are going to notice all those missing credits?" Boba Fett said flatly.

"Boba..." Dasani said grinning "I work in government and I know how to siphon funds and cover my tracks when necessary." Her expression turned serious. "But I really do need your help...the threats on my life and the stabilization of this planet warrant the aid of a man with your expertise. And besides..." she pushed herself from the desk and approached Fett, her voice low "sometimes the ends justify the means, am I right?"

Boba Fett stiffened under his armor slightly seeing Dasani move closer to him. As she stopped in front of him, she tilted her face upward to look into Boba Fett's T shaped visor.

"I do really need you..."her voice a whisper as she leaned in close, laying a hand on his worn breastplate.

Fett's gloved hand reached to grasp Dasani's. Her fingers felt so fragile within his grip as he pulled her hand away, his voice incredibly cold "I'll do my job so you can do yours..."

A shrill cry pierced the empty room then followed by a throaty groan. She always loved when her master arrived unexpectedly and in need of her services. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as she felt him slide deeper into her body, accepting his relentless thrusts. She clenched around him firmly as she climaxed, the feeling only intensified and became increasingly sweeter when a hand gripped her lekku and began to pull and fondle it roughly. She lay motionless on the tabletop for a moment catching her breath, her olive green skin dotted with beads of perspiration. She could tell that her Master meant business when he decided to call and she winced, crying softly at the sensation of suddenly being empty.

"Clean me..." a stern voice commanded.

"Yes, Master." she managed to breathe out as she pried her damp skin from the table. Sinking to her knees and assuming the position, she buried her face between his thighs, the smell of their union filling her nostrils and sending shivers of want down her back. A hand returned to stroking her lekku, causing her to moan softly as she continued to work.

A loud wet pop escaped her lips as her Master stepped back to refasten his pants. "That is good enough, an adequate job..." He reached down to gently pat her cheeks approvingly "I have to go take care of some business, be ready when I send for you this evening."

Her eyes brightened with joy and nodded enthusiastically. "Yes Master, I will always be prepared."

"Always a good slave..." he gave her head tail a final loving stroke and turned to leave.

As she sat alone in the room, her body dripping from her recent encounter. Leeta grinned to herself thinking that Master Thyrin always took such good care of her and was eager to please him again.