Bounty hunting is a costly business. Not only must bounty hunters track, capture, and deliver fugitives at efficient speed to make their line-of-work profitable, but everything from bullets to spaceship maintenance costs money. If a fugitive damages tools, such as blasting a hunter's turrets to hell, that costs money. If a spaceship malfunctions mid-chase, allowing the fugitive to escape, that costs money. And if a bounty hunter gets injured, that costs a lotta money. Hospitals aren't cheap and the opportunity cost can rack up quickly.

That's not touching the matter of membership fees to the Blackhearts Guild, or the 10% cut the Guild takes off every capture. No matter which way you slice it, bounty hunting is expensive, and to become best of the best like Peril, you've gotta be smart. You gotta be resourceful. You've gotta utilize every tool at your disposal and save every Zari where you can.

That's where the Dealer comes in. Hailing from a far-off galaxy nobody has ever heard of, the Dealer is an alien known as an "Asari." With connections to every big name trader in the Milky Way, the Dealer knows the black market like the back of her hand. If you need guns, she's got you covered. If you wanna mod your spaceship under the table, she'll craft it into a deadly weapon bristling with more spikes than a Stellar Porcupine, all without a whisper to the Space Police. If there's a fancy new death ray on the market, the Dealer knows exactly who sells it and the five different thieves plotting to steal it.

Yes sir, the Dealer is a powerful figure the black market, certainly worthy as an ally. Whenever Peril shops for weapons and parts, she's the first alien Peril turns to. Never has Peril left the Dealer's table unsatisfied. Peril even knows how to get great discounts, for the Green Bolt is nothing if not persuasive...

... okay, it doesn't hurt that the Dealer has a massive crush on her too.

"Are you quite satisfied?" asked Peril. With an unamused frown, the Green Bolt continued to grind her plump, juicy ass into the Dealer's face. Every so often, she bounced her hips up-and-down, slamming the thicc hips on the Asari's head. "Can I get that 25% discount on the Hydrobionic Moblizer yet?"

"Mmm!" The Dealer moaned, smothered by the Green Bolt's booty. Despite her reputation, the blue alien resembled nothing like a black market trader, known for a wit sharper than blades. Right now, the Dealer is little more than a horny pervert. "Mmm-hmm hmm!"

"Another five minutes! Uuuugh!" Peril rolled her eyes, but continued to sit on the Dealer's face. She used every technique in the book, sending the alien to Cloud Nine. If the Dealer really enjoyed this, maybe she'd take another 5% off the purchase? "You're lucky that you're useful! Few others have known the privilege to being crushed by my butt and lived to tell about it..."

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