The woman stifled a yawn as her small vessel landed on it. The pilot, who had been ordered not to speak a single word to here several hours ago, signaled that it was safe to get off, and so she did, nearly wringing his neck as she did so. He had been nothing but a nuisance to her the entire flight and at several points she came to believe that she could have steered much better than he, despite her complete lack of training in it.
Sometimes she wondered if it was a wise choice to mark Dantooine as a target planet. It was a pleasant world of grasslands, rivers and lakes, a small population which consisted mainly of single family settlements on huge pieces of land they inherited from their forefathers. She found the people rather dull, but some could still be used. In most of those families was a girl who dreamed of the bigger universe, and the woman had manipulated those girls enough times to know how to spot them instantly. The fact that once they were introduced to the "business" she took them for in the first place made most of them die in the two first years played little to none on the chords of her consciousness.
And after all, why should it? They lived comfortably while being in her service. All they had to do was pleasure those who paid. In return, they led comfortable lives, never lacking food or a warm bed to sleep in. It beat the aspects of taking care of your daddy's farm in most cases, and those who survived the diseases that Shery never cared to cure them of became quite rich.
She had undergone such a training herself, not that there was much of a choice. Many a men had offered her a bed, yet none offered her food. It had only been when she was close to death that a brothel owner found her and taken her in, training her in many arts which would eventually lead her to the tempting seductress she was nowadays. The education her first master had given her in books and knowledge never hurt either.
It seemed the nearest house they had landed by was about an hour away of walking. Shery didn't mind. Her muscles needed a good stretching as it was, and her bare feet thanked her as she stepped on the grass and the hay. No one would notice her in the distance. Perhaps once she got a little closer, someone would spot the crimson red cloak that covered her from head to toe, revealing nothing but a set of full lips colored cherry red.
"Great," the woman mumbled to herself once she arrived at the cottage. Her stupid pilot had brought her to such a place that she arrived at the back door. Principles wouldn't allow her to walk around and enter from the front.
Her hand rose, the wide sleeve of the cloak falling back to reveal a nearly deathly white arm with long fingers which ran along the carvings on the wood before knocking gently. A little women opened, and Shery gave a warm and friendly smile. Controlling her body and her expressions to such a degree in which most people thought of her only what she wished them to had always been a great card.
"I am a traveler and have come from afar," she began speaking, her voice sounding as soft and innocent as a child's, "your home is the only one I've spotted in many days. If you were kind enough to allow my weary feet a rest indoors, I would gladly offer my services in return as payment."
Shery masked her signature as she entered the little home, pulling her hood back. The odds of anyone who might want to harm her for knowing what she was quite small, but life had proven to her more than once that small odds happen quite often, and she preferred being safe than sorry.
Long locks of raven black hair spilled down to her lower back, framing her white face like shiny aura. Her dark green eyes sparkled in the dim light of the kitchen, and her smile never left her face. The woman sat her down by the table and brought her some stale bread and milk, which she ate, wearing a glad mask.
Soon, she would inquire as to the rest of the family's members. Very soon.
