[ rey watches. dropped into a world as wholly unfamiliar as coruscant or canto bight might have been, rey watches as much as she can, observing in every moment where she might not make herself a bigger target than she may already be. she isn't stupid — wide doe eyes and innocence certainly hadn't helped anyone on jakku, and she doubts they'll help her here, so she doesn't bother.

is she innocent? perhaps, in the way that duplicity might categorize her. but perhaps not, in others. she's survived all this time, hasn't she? and survival is hardly an innocent girl's game.

in the down, rey is alone. she is a submissive, whatever that might mean, and uncontracted at that — and though she may not understand the social implications of the dominant-vs-submissive division or the reasons why someone's lips might curl into a sneer at her status, she understands freedom when it's given to her just fine. she doesn't have to have anyone, thank you very much. she's gone this long without, she'll manage for however long she's meant to be here too.

she hopes, truthfully, that it might not be long. she has things to do, to be quite blunt about it, and would prefer to do them than other people.

but in the meantime... find her wandering the down, quarterstaff across her back, watching with narrowed eyes as a group of young men begin to swarm closer. perhaps they think she's more scared than she lets on. perhaps they just want to steal the slim weapon she's toting. perhaps, more likely than anything else, they want the money she doesn't have. ]

Back off, [ murmured low, but a hand shifts, cupping around the butt of her staff under her arm. ] I haven't any money, but you haven't any sense.

[ maybe that's the wrong thing to say. or maybe it's exactly right to catch someone else's attention. ]

[ she's hungry. she's always hungry. it's been a fact of life since before rey can remember, a sensation so common she's not sure she knows what sated truly feels like. so, naturally, when the opportunity of seemingly limitless free samples is waved in her face amidst the rest of the expo, rey simply can't resist.

she takes pocketfuls of vouchers — all they'll give her, and some out of other people's hands if they're not careful with them — and redeems them all. snack cakes, breads, muffins; she doesn't know what these things are called or what they might taste like, and truthfully, she doesn't much care. she's got pocketfuls of sweets, and she'll be taking them home to hoard in her cabinets... and possibly swiping a few more before the expo's done.

except. well. it's not fair to expect her to have complete and total control, is it? she can afford to feast on just one, and so she does, a glossy cherry donut that stains the corners of her mouth and leaves her feeling... well, enthusiastic.

that pep in her step? it's all the sweets. but the smile on her face as she greets others is real. or it could be, if rey ever let herself relax enough to feel it. ]

Hi.

[ she feels something else, too, upon sight of someone else... but she doesn't know what it is or how to put it into words. maybe she'll figure it out. or maybe she'll just twitch a little, insatiable and stupid all at once. ]

[ whatever strikes your fancy. i'd prefer build-up to smut vs outright kink in the second prompt -- but please don't hesitate to pm if you want to chat something out. ]