[OPEN to anyone with a character of high social standing, or members of 5S/Other criminal organizations. Any character is permitted to join so long as they have a good IC reason to attend. Let's have some fun!]
As the speeder slowed to a stop, hovering above the platform at the base of a grand staircase that led up to a magnificent archway while well dressed and elegant citizens mingled amongst one another, Aska turned in discomfort in the back seat. Alisaah, clearly excited at the prospect of being invited to such a lavish event such as the Blackwell Technologies final gala for their conference on Zeltros, had insisted on making the young clone more ‘presentable’ to the other guests. As well, both Representative Pintalli and Administrator L’Amara had further pushed the point. Apparently, a leather jacket and worn out jeans were unbecoming and unwelcome here. Instead, she was no forced to wear a tight fighting green dress that left her shoulders and calves uncovered. As well, she had essentially been forced to have her shoulder length hair styled and cut and make up plastered across her face. Aska felt as though she had been turned into a damn doll… and she hated it.
”I am never forgiving you for this,” Aska complained to Ali as she stood from the speeder, struggling to keep her balance in the high heeled shoes that she had been forced to wear by her slave. It was odd. She had spent weeks trying to push Ali to accept her freedom and had failed at every turn. The first chance where Ali had the upper hand on understanding what was considered acceptable and she turned into a whirlwind of a design specialist. Making their way up the stair way, Aska requiring Ali’s shoulder for assistance in keeping her footing, they came to the top and saw a brightly lit ball room filled with men and women much like those who occupied the spaces below. A band of Bith men stood on a stage in the distance as they played their instruments, their delightful melody drowning out the soft rumble of voices. At least, delightful to most. Aska could have definitely used more bass…
”Ah! Madame Ryun! Madame Tila! You’ve arrived at last!” the voice came from ahead in the crowd and soon, the beautiful Representative Pintalli pushed her way through the crowd. The Zeltron had adorned a black dress in a similar design to Aska’s, her own blue hair held upward in an intricate almost crownlike head piece. As she advanced, Administrator L’Amara soon came in tow in a white suit. ”I trust the speeder we sent to retrieve you was to your usual standard?” Grimacing as she moved the small hand bag she had slung over her shoulder, Aska soon forced a smile to the woman.
”Sure, yea. Fancy ride,” she started before scanning the ball room. ”Where’s the bar? I need a drink,” While L’Amara scowled at the woman’s attitude, Pintalli let out a hearty laugh before reaching out and taking Aska’s hand.
”Administrator, would you please take our precious dancer to our… special clientele? Madame Ryun and I will find ourselves our beverages and join you shortly. Come, Aska my dear,”
@Bex @Rhogar
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