SWCC, In a dimly lit Star Wars Cantina, bathed in the warm, flickering glow of neon signs and holographic advertisements, stands a solitary woman. Her long, raven- black hair cascades down her back like a waterfall, framing her sharp features and striking tattoos that adorn her arms. She wears an outfit reminiscent of a Jedi's tunic, tailored to fit her lean frame with intricate silver accents glinting under the low light. Her closed eyes are hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses, as if she is lost in thought or deep meditation. The camera zooms in for a close- up, capturing her full lips, painted a bold red, curled into a mysterious smile that seems to beckon the viewer closer, while her gaze remains locked onto theirs, creating an intimate and intense connection across the crowded room