Before and Now: The Chronicles of Ral'Rae Kreen
The room was dark and silent. A feminine form was standing in front of the only window of the place enjoying a smoke, her naked body being highlighted by the few moon rays sneaking inside. Her skin, its colour similar to that of a mature peach, was glistening, sweat sliding down her forehead and neck, twin lekku resting on her shoulders. There was no doubt the woman was a twi'lek, and not of the common sort. She was a Lethan.
She finished her smoke and wiped the sweat off on the back of her palm. The heat was unbearable this time of year on Tatooine. She walked to the side of the bed and picked her clothes from the floor, reaching for her datapad.
Dear uncle Nawara,
thought I should let you know I got married tonight!
Now before you spit out your dentures, Passki (funky name, huh?) is everything I dreamed of. Happy for me?
You can always contact me when you feel lonely, there's always room for one more old goat, ha, ha! More news soon,