I was busy at Dogan, rearranging the cantina, taking out a few of the dancing poles, making more room for people to dance, and lounge. Making it a bit more open and less crowded, when I heard a little squeak. I had to look around, then finally down to see this little mouse of a girl standing there. Looking all sexy, hawt and, well, kinda pathetic overall. I smiled at her, as I do with most of them, a benevolent, kind (dare I say ‘maternal’?) smile. The girl was very pale, and vibrant purple hair, wearing a long sleeved t-shirt, and some sort of army type pants.