"Would you care to dance, sweetheart?" the burly Togorian asked.
Olivandra Otiz eased her squinted eyes over to the alien from beneath her broad brimmed hat. "No, thank you," she replied cooly.
The Togorian slammed his fist onto the table, spilling the drink. "You think you're too good for me, darlin'? How about you get up and dance?," he growled.
The was a rustle of skirt and a long-barreled silver blaster appeared in Olivandra's hand and pressed itself into the Togorians gut. The Mirialan whispered to the Togorian, "I said 'no.' You best take that before you’re drawing air from the wrong side of your lungs."
The Togorian whimpered and backed away. Olivandra blasted him in the knee just for good measure, and he went down screaming. A woman on the outer rim had to learn to be clever and ruthless if she wanted to survive.

The head, lower arms and legs are SW Bariss Offee. The torso and upper arms are SW Cad Bane. The hat is Pirates of the Caribbean Barbossa. The skirt is SW Luminara Undulli. The belt is SW Han Solo. The holder and pistol are Chicken Friend Toys Dime Store Novel.