TATOOINE, MOS EISLEY SETTLEMENT, FOUR HOURS LATER One of the many motels within the city... Liyan's room. "Mmm... you know, foxy... I like to think of myself as insatiable, but you are simply..." - he paused, searching for the appropriate attribute. "Yes?" - Deathstrike prompted in a purring hiss. "You're a fiend, bad girl!" - Liyan finally groaned exhaustedly, grinning and pulling her close, and kissing her in the neck, while inventorying his myriad bruises, scratches, and small contusions suffered during their... coupling. Her reddish-emerald eyes blazed, as she whispered lustfully: Liyan nodded.