Embrye
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Masquerade Black Tie Event
The Embassy Suites
Guest of Honor: The Honorable Marque Bortolov
You are cordially invited to join us for a magical evening of intrigue for a fundraising event to support Veterans in Need. Donations from prestigious benefactors will be auctioned at 10 o'clock. Please join us for a night of fine dining and dancing and show support to our military and their families.
The Embassy Suites
Guest of Honor: The Honorable Marque Bortolov
You are cordially invited to join us for a magical evening of intrigue for a fundraising event to support Veterans in Need. Donations from prestigious benefactors will be auctioned at 10 o'clock. Please join us for a night of fine dining and dancing and show support to our military and their families.
Humph. Not shabby at all, she thought as she admired the handiwork of her good friend and talented fraudster. Her eyes twinkled as she smiled up at him and tapped the invitation against her hand. "Very nicely done, Malik. Very nice inded," she praises as she looks at the document again. It matches the one she had described perfectly.
"That'd be 2,000 creds as we agreed," he reminded her, greedily sticking his hand out. He was awful flighty today. Did he think she was not good for it? Well, there had been that one time, but they were past that.
She frowned as she looked at his hand and reluctantly pressed the credit chips into his hand. There went some of Saqid's money, but it would be repaid quickly. Besides, she needed a little release from the stressful encounter in the cantina. "Remember our agreement. That," she said as her eyes fell to the chips still in his hand, "buys your secrecy as well." Her eyes flick up to his and she flashes a cold smile. "I'd hate to have the authorities learn of this little establishment." Saying no more, she made her graceful exit.
The lower levels were dark and glum and stank of rotting trash and things better not mentioned. Down here only the poor, destitute and average thugs ever dared tread. Slipping the invitation into her jacket, she looked around, making sure no curious eyes were about before making her way back to her little hidey hole. She, or rather Sophia Chu'ler, had a fitting in a few hours. Em knew she needed a bath before she even ventured into the hosh posh establishment.
OOC: Invitations have been sent out to the esteemed and prestigious members of Coruscant's high society. If you are counted among that number, please send me a PM and post your preparations and possible "donations". I look forward to stealing from you. :)