The Sky Princess averted to real space from the deep dark turmoils of hyperspace. Its sleek, crisp, edges glimmered with the light of Kiffu's primary star as it edged down towards the dusty planet's surface. Nyree grimaced. It wasn't much, but it was home after all. She may have not been too fond of the exterior, or most of the planet for that matter, but it was her mother's home, and her mother's before her, and that had to count for something.
Plus, she bought a penthouse recently and needed to buy furniture and deco for it, so there was that and you just couldn't buy those at quality prices and for a good deal unless you were in person. You had to find a good couch to center the entire living room off of, a solid bed spread for the bedroom, and a great set of towels to take care of the bathroom's main idea. She was thinking neoclassical Alderaan for the theme with sparse hints of Nubian flavor, and Kimenoan for the kitchen, for the aestheticism of course.
She had thankfully sold enough on that last run to put down a significant dent in that plan.
The Sky Princess landed in one of the secure docking rings not far from her mother's place. She would have to visit her--later. For now, Nyree needed to take a load off. She loved to buy, sell, and ship, but honestly, that could wear even her out. After a quick visit to her bedroom to change into something that wasn't flight gear and to touch up her makeup, Nyree emerged on Kiffu's surface. It was arid, so she dressed accordingly with her cute crop top and shades, her denim shorts, and wide brimmed straw hat. Ready to take on the world, Nyree made her way to the local bar. She wasn't quite old enough to drink on her home planet, but the bartender was convinced she was. Afterall, what teen could make the empire she had or tell the stories she could? The truth of it was no small part of her Force manipulation had convinced him exactly what she wanted him to.
The brunette stepped up to the bar, tapping it for a second, "Two Wild women, please. And make them wet."