Private The Charitable Event for Something Something

[Lunafreya Solidor]

She hated events like those damn charitable things, and not only because she did not believed in charity. They were just a cheap excuse for the nobles, bourgeoisie and the rabble to blend in with music, dancing while drinking and eating like there was no tomorrow. For elzeri and vahla loved this kind of stuff more than anything, even if they said those things were offerings for the gods, those places were nothing more then stupid ways to indulge the sins of the flesh. Her father felt the same way, even if he saw this things as stupid excuses and displays of power, Iedolas hated to blend in with the other Dukes and Barons, what was strange for Lunafreya was the way her father was behaving, like he knew something no one else did. In her heart, the girl knew there was more to it than meets the eye, she was not as shrewd and cunning like her brother and sisters, but she knew that, she could feel it in her heart.

Never would Iedolas tell her about it, for her father kept his secrets well hidden from the world. Those were the rules of the life she had to live, so she would play by it, Lunafreya went as far as to have a new outfit ordered from the best tailor in all the Inner Rim. Made of chiffon and silk, her outfit had white ornaments all over the black fabric and as beautiful as she were with her long, pale, silky hair loose all over her shoulders, Lunafreya still hated to watch herself in the mirror.

“Perfect for any fool, don’t you think?”, she asked in a calm tone of voice without even looking in the direction where her tailring stood in the chamber before her bedroom. Walking in his direction, with no whips or swords for her in this event, which was quite the pity, for she had a feeling that she would need those to dealings with the damn cream of the imperial society. "Shall we? Or do you need a minute to powder your nose?", the princess said while walking in the direction for the door, stopping in front of the creature for a moment, this was a charitable event organized by nobles in honor of the Imperator, a small thing to help the troops without getting involved, she doubted anyone interesting would, herself was only there for ornamentation purposes.

Lucien Dooku

 

[Lucien Dooku]

// Iridonia // Charity Event // Lunafreya Solidor //
MOJO SO DOPE~​

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Luc tapped against the bar to catch the Zeltronian bartender's attention, the flash of a smile at the woman beckoning her towards him as he leaned against the countertop with one arm. "Brandy-- Vasarian, if you have it." More than likely they did, he assumed. The current event he was in attendance of had been hosted by the elite of Iridonia, a world which quickly found itself entangled within the sphere of the New Imperial Order not long after its foundation on the planet of Nirauan. It was supposed to be an event held in honor of the Sovereign Imperator and the burgeoning faction growing beneath his guidance, but to Luc, it was just an opportunity for the planet's nobility to flaunt their extravagance in an attempt to earn influence points from their new Imperial overlords.

Not that he cared, that is, as it was nothing new to him to see the rich and powerful seeking out the company of those with the ability to keep their pockets lined with credits. Carousing with Iridonia's affluent residents was not on his shortlist of things to do that night, as his attendance there had been one out of duty, rather than pleasure. The recently-appointed Warlord of Nirauan, unlike his fellow peers of equal rank, was lucky enough to have the Order's capitol world fall under his jurisdiction, and as such the planet in his charge was not one of the recently subjugated worlds which required a more hands-on manner of governance. It left the rogue Jedi prime opportunities to continue to do what he wanted, when he wanted, but that freedom also made him the closest Warlord within travel distance of Iridonia, with the freest schedule of them all to boot.

Of course, it could've been worse. Being forced, or at least heavily coerced into attendance of events such as these was the least of his worries when there was a war currently underway against a galaxy-spanning Empire of the Sith. Luc would take the night in stride, and that process would begin as soon as the bartender returned his way, placing the expensive glass of brandy in front of him with a charming smile being thrown his way. He accepted the glass with a wink back towards the woman, taking a moment to sip at the drink whilst he observed the crowd from afar. The lack of familiar faces was disheartening, but not unexpected, all things considered. As far as he was aware, He was the only individual from Nirauan as far as he was aware, although a scan of the room would reveal a host of other Imperials mixed in with Iridonia's nobility.

The room wreaked with smugness, but by his spot at the bar he was able to maintain a semblance of peace for the time being. While not keen on mingling his way into the crowd, he was content with sharing a drink if someone interesting had made their way into his presence. Luc wasn't the type to turn down good company, after all, and in his experience, these types of events were always more interesting once you were aware from the echo chamber of the crowds themselves. So far there were no suitable takers, but the night was still young, and Luc had just started on his first drink. Time would soon tell if that was bound to change for the better or for the worse, but at the least he had a good feeling about the night.

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

L O C A T I O N | The event.
T A G S | Lucien Dooku
T H E M E | Here.[/FONT]​

Her tailring was wrapped around his neck with great comfort, like the lazy creature that Nithral was. She should have left the black creature next to the hotel she was staying in the noble part of the planet, if there was one, but the sparkling eyes of that little creature staring at her that simply made her melt all that icy cap into her profane heart. Her actions there were purely political, nothing more than just another seat to be taken somewhere in that damn hall full of horned aliens and strange creatures worthy of the growing bile in her throat every time she was forced to smile, or be condescending. with each of them. Equality for all races said the imperials to Lunafreya and all she was able to do was feel constant contempt growing inside her.​

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‘Animals… all of them.’, she thought as she saw them dancing, drinking, eating, laughing out loud at the unpleasant comments of someone more important than them. She, as informed by her assistants, was forced to be a pleasant face to all of them as Lunafreya was now JanFathal's Warlord and her image was used to bring business to the planet in her control if she wanted to achieve prosperity in what she called her little 'sandbox' and she wanted to, not only because she wanted to find herself in the good graces of the one-eyed hume that lead the New Imperial Order, or even for the sake of the maggots that now occupied her lands on her planet, but it was because Lunafreya Solidor hated to lose. The very idea of losing is the worst thing that Lunafreya could think of for her at this very moment.​

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As a child, the elven princess was taught to never give up what she wanted. And although she had always taken this popular saying to a level a little further than it should have, Lunafreya never gave up, often she got into fights with boys twice her height and came out defeated, to lick her wounds, bathe them with anger and return twice more resolute and crush them. The idea of losing the planet she ruled was the same.​

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Her feet almost showed her dance skills on the smooth floor of the room, they guided her directly to the bar, where she found a comfortable and free seat to sneak in and occupy as her own. Sliding his hand across the counter, tapping his long golden nail on his index finger against the wood, drawing the attention of the servant there and pointing to the name of the ambrostine on the drink chart.​

“Make it fast.”, she warned the alien, almost gritting her sharp teeth when talking to him, while her head tilted carefully to the left, noticing a curious face present two seats to the side, she said nothing for a long moment that analyzed the presence of it and he just turned to pick up the drink served in front of her in an acceptable crystal glass.​

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