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It was late evening, and Adella found herself in a spectacular penthouse taking up the three top floors of a massive Corellian skyscraper. The owner of the penthouse was hosting an art exhibition on his first floor, below a large glass-enclosed pool with a translucent floor allowing light to shine through. Aside from the pool, the second floor also featured a real live park that was open to the sky, two landing pads for smaller shuttles and a large floor space for socializing. Much of the floor was covered only by a glass ceiling allowing light to pass through. Now that it was dark outside, the floor was tastefully lit to allow socializing but also privacy. The top floor was a semicircle of luxurious rooms overlooking the pool and the garden, where the owner and his guests would stay, as well as rooms used for other things, things she was here to look into.
Wearing a deep blue three-quarter-sleeved silk blend dress that had a modest neckline and a highly immodest open back which followed her spine almost all the way down, accented with a thin silver chain necklace, an elaborate silver hairpiece and wide silver bracelets, Adella's only concession to comfort were her shoes, which were open sandals with delicate lacing up to her knees. The lacing and the sandals were visible through the many slashes that divided the long skirts into layered leaves that flowed down from her narrow waist.
A small, matching purse hung from a thin silver chain over one of her shoulders, but other than its contents she had brought nothing here but her wits and her charm. It was the latter that she was counting on to gain her the access she needed.
It was almost like being back on Brentaal IV, she thought to herself, but the stakes were so much higher now.
Looking up at the somewhat older human man standing next to her with his hand on her arm, she smiled and laughed pleasantly at his statement, which he had no doubt found amusing. He seemed rather pleased with himself, at least. She could tell by the way his pose changed that he was relaxed, confident and about to make a pretty lewd joke or suggestion as a follow-up.
His eyes were everywhere but her face, which was where she wanted them to be, and the glass in his free hand was empty for the tenth time since she'd approached him. Garel Brawon wasn't the owner of this place, but he was wealthy enough to be on the list of VIPs with access to the upper rooms. Adella was thanking her lucky stars he managed to look pretty good in the low light, but she still planned on spiking his drink once they got upstairs.
"How about a stroll in the gardens, Levy," he suggested in his smooth voice, the words slightly slurred as he moved his hand to her spine, sliding it down her back. Soon, she reminded herself. "I don't know, Garel, I'd love another drink first, don't you agree?" she suggested, looking out across the crowd when he turned to wave after the nearest waiter. Most of all she wished for someone to sweep her away from this pretentious, self-made (he'd emphasized this more times than she bothered to count) man, but really, she'd settle for anything that'd take her mind off the stiff fingers currently curled in the small of her back.
@Kori Buor
Wearing a deep blue three-quarter-sleeved silk blend dress that had a modest neckline and a highly immodest open back which followed her spine almost all the way down, accented with a thin silver chain necklace, an elaborate silver hairpiece and wide silver bracelets, Adella's only concession to comfort were her shoes, which were open sandals with delicate lacing up to her knees. The lacing and the sandals were visible through the many slashes that divided the long skirts into layered leaves that flowed down from her narrow waist.
A small, matching purse hung from a thin silver chain over one of her shoulders, but other than its contents she had brought nothing here but her wits and her charm. It was the latter that she was counting on to gain her the access she needed.
It was almost like being back on Brentaal IV, she thought to herself, but the stakes were so much higher now.
Looking up at the somewhat older human man standing next to her with his hand on her arm, she smiled and laughed pleasantly at his statement, which he had no doubt found amusing. He seemed rather pleased with himself, at least. She could tell by the way his pose changed that he was relaxed, confident and about to make a pretty lewd joke or suggestion as a follow-up.
His eyes were everywhere but her face, which was where she wanted them to be, and the glass in his free hand was empty for the tenth time since she'd approached him. Garel Brawon wasn't the owner of this place, but he was wealthy enough to be on the list of VIPs with access to the upper rooms. Adella was thanking her lucky stars he managed to look pretty good in the low light, but she still planned on spiking his drink once they got upstairs.
"How about a stroll in the gardens, Levy," he suggested in his smooth voice, the words slightly slurred as he moved his hand to her spine, sliding it down her back. Soon, she reminded herself. "I don't know, Garel, I'd love another drink first, don't you agree?" she suggested, looking out across the crowd when he turned to wave after the nearest waiter. Most of all she wished for someone to sweep her away from this pretentious, self-made (he'd emphasized this more times than she bothered to count) man, but really, she'd settle for anything that'd take her mind off the stiff fingers currently curled in the small of her back.
@Kori Buor