The wize old one reads in the cantina gazette that Capt. Kwok has a birthday, well, in that case, he calls all the FBWS together and issues instructions.....
The FBWs find the old Capt Kwok hiding in the cornor, well, that can't be on ones birthday now can it. Well the young, skimpy clad fillies, proceed to drag the good Capt to center stage. They form a circle around him, SJ and Fyron approach with large buckets of water and proceed to drench the FBWs in their nice see thru t-shirts. The FBWs then proceed to gyrate and dance in very suggestive variations around the good Kwok
Then as the music builds to a cresendo, one by one the FBWs sit on Kwoks lap and proceed to give the birthdaY boy numerous and most wonderous lap dances that he'll never forget.
As the patrons smile and clap they notice the redness over coming the man of honor, GASP... is it, no it couldn't be, but.. yes... The good Kwok is,.. is.... actually.... no, ..... yes... he's .... BLUSHING......