This simple portrait is kind of an inside joke between a friend and me. ****** The masked Twi'lek shook her head as she holstered her weapon. Stepping over the back of the thug who was whining about his wound, the doctor made her way to the two beaten drunkards. They were still alive. Had she shown up a few minutes later, they would have been beaten to death. The two humans were almost unconscious, but the bald one still managed to look up at the masked Twi'lek, "Who are you...?" His face was purple and red from the beating. The Twi'lek smirked. Dimwit. "They call me The Lone Mask around here." She laughed to herself and walked out of the alleyway, not forgetting to step over the bodies of the thugs. ****** Credits: Asesina for V4/A4 by Luthbel (DAZ) PhilC's wonderful twi'lek model