Not every planet in the southern regions of space found themselves at the end of the sword. A few were reveling in the freedom and opportunity the Independent Systems Consortium had granted them by driving out the Sith Empire. They caroused like the liberated, the ISC and even, in its own way, the newly-constituted Empire their liberators. Tibrin was such a world, a mid-rim planet covered in oceans, so that the cities of the Ishi Tib were built on reefs.
Tonight, the upper-echelon of the tropical world would play hosts to a lavish party, their guests only those hand-picked out of the upper drawers of neighboring and choice distant worlds, some of the same that the Sith Order had once terrorized, in a show of good will. That was what prompted the Princess of Onderon, adorned in a floor-length, vintage style dress and mask to accept the invitation. That and something else.
A masquerade. The theme chosen perhaps, Reyna imagined, to hide the identities of those hosts and attendants that preferred to remain anonymous and appear impartial should any practitioners of the Sith Order linger on the ocean world and decide to slit their throats in the night. Even the repast suggested this, all canapes and bite-sized food that could be eaten without ever removing the mask. The wide selection of edible seaweed and fresh fish alone was beyong indulgent and would given the impression that under the umbrella of the Sith, Tibrin's citizens had starved. One only had to look at their waistlines to know otherwise.
Tibrin's most opulent building had been selected to house this event, with high ceilings, a marble staircase, and attractive lighting. A chandelier hung from the ceiling over the dance floor. The only other source of light in the hallways and balconies that surrounded the dance hall were candelabras and tapered candles—one of which had already been knocked over by one of the host's sons, a pernicious boy of six that had escaped both bed and governess, tearing through the room with an Emryc Thorne action figure in one hand and waving his governess' stolen spectacles in the other. Only the action figure survived the collision, which shattered both lens in the spectacles and set one middle-aged woman's train on fire, before the young boy was carted out of the room by his father and an attendant.
With the night's one and hopefully only calamity out of the way, the festivities looked more promising than ever. @Sreeya