It wasn't as if Exar Kun was the sort of person to frequent S&M clubs (it was all a little.. tame for him), but the energies such places produced helped feed that constant, burning hunger---and anyway, occasionally he didn't mind a willing partner. They were so eager; it was really terribly amusing.
Of course, he was immediately aware of Charlie when she entered the building, but he made no move to leave the common room. Indeed, he remained seated nearly in the center of the room upon a dark leather couch, arms over the back and gaze as heavy-lidded and proprietary as it always seemed---catlike, in dark colours, with his dark hair sliding in sleek sheets over his shoulders. At his feet, a creature that may have once been human knelt, clawed hands and feet flexing against the floor and gouging furrows into the expensive wood. The thing no longer had any face to speak of---just a long, viciously-toothed snout, nostril-slits, and no sign that it had ever used or needed eyes. Its body, long and sleek and vaguely-reminiscent of a biped, was naked and hairless, armoured across the chest and down the spine in some kind of thick, bony protrusions.
Altogether, it was hideous and terrifying---and yet, no one seemed to notice it. Or if they did, they evidently thought nothing of it.
It lifted its head as Charlie entered the room, tongue lolling out of its mouth in a slavering moan---but a touch to its head from the Sith Lord had it stilling again.
"Welcome, Miss McGee," he greeted pleasantly enough, voice low and dark and strangely sensual; almost unconsciously so. "It's good to see you made it."