Star Wars: Allegiance

“Ah, Countess Claria.”
Mara turned. An older man in a general's uniform was coming through the crowd toward her, a younger man in simple formal wear in tow. "Hello again, General Deerian," Mara greeted him with a smile, her eyes flicking over his companion. Mink Bollis, she identified him, one of Glovstoak's aides. Good—if the inner circle was starting to arrive, the moff himself should be close behind. "I thought you were on your way to inspect the buffet."
"I was, but then I ran into Master Bollis," General Deerian said, indicating the younger man. "Remembering our earlier conversation about your world's pirate problems, I thought he might be able to offer some help."
"Countess," Bollis greeted her, scooping up her right hand and kissing it in Old Core fashion. His predator's gaze took in her green eyes and red-gold hair, shifted to her shoulder sculpt with its interwoven mound of cascading flowers, then dropped still farther to her slender figure encased in its low-cut gown. Pirates and pirate problems, clearly, were the last thing on his mind. "I assure you that Moff Glovstoak and the entire sector government stand ready to assist you in your need. Why don't we find a quiet corner where you can give me some details of your situation?"
"That would be—" Mara broke off, letting an uncertain frown pass briefly across her face before smoothing it out. "That would be wonderful."