Jali had no idea where they were going, but it was still a relief when the driver stopped and said, “We’re here, boss.” The guard opened the door Nuada, then roughly pulled Jali out of the speeder, jamming a blaster pistol into his solar plexus. “Relax, Jules,” Nuada said, making a gesture. “I can take it from here.” “…ly ladies here for your pleasure at Luba Luft’s…” Luba Luft’s was a strip club on Vos Gesal Street, so they had to be taking him to… Lady? Thought Jali. Then it was all as he had suspected. “Just one question,” Jali said as Nuada shoved him into a seat. “Why here, of all places?”