As hot as the days are on Tatooine, the nights are just as cold. Relishing the coldness, a Nagai female walks up the street heading towards a club. Her silvered eyes look over the places that she doesn't walk, while her ears listen to the night winds and the conversations of those in the open and shadows. Her hood is up, keeping her head and face from sight, but the white is eerie in the darkness as she moves, bathed in the moons' lights. Her hands are hidden under the folds of the cloak, as she makes her way.