Open to anyone. This is just a social event, an opportunity to build relationships. PvP disabled
Everything was ready. The invitations had been sent out well in advance. The food and drinks were prepared. The band had tuned up. It was time. The large grandfather clock in the foyer had just struck 5:00pm and the guest were starting to arrive.
After escaping from prison Lazarus had fled here, to the planet of Naboo, where he came into some wealth left to him by his master, who unfortunately died before the two were able to spring themselves from the prison station. Now it was time for him to share his opulence with the galaxy. He thought the best way to do this was to have a ball. There would be eating, and drinking, and dancing, and mingling. Everyone in the galaxy had been invited: Sith, Jedi, Politicians, the Five Syndicates, Mandolorians. You name them they were invited.
This wasn’t just any old ball, though. This was a masquerade ball. Everyone would be in disguise. Lazarus himself was wearing an outfit reminiscent of a matador with a simple mask to distort his face.
As the guests came into the house they would enter the foyer and see a large stair case in the center that branched off half way up and led to either the east or west wings of the house. Each wing was filled with many rooms. To the right, upon entering the house, was a large ballroom where the dancing took place. The walls were lines with chairs for those that needed to rest their feet, and there was a live band in the corner. To the left, upon entering the house, was a large dining area with tables lining the room where the food and drinks were prepared for the guests. There was of course seating in this area as well for the guests. There was also a full staff tonight ready to attend to any need that the guests may have
Lazarus stood on a balcony on the top floor of his home watching his guests arrive.