Zenva Vrotoa
The Blood Matron
Chroma Zed ; Vrotoa Estates
Life had been stressful for the Matron of Clan Vrotoa. Projects had fallen behind schedule, technicians and engineering teams of course had "perfectly reasonable" explanations as to why there were delays. All Zenva could discern from their technical mumbo jumbo was that they were incompetent, or at the very least over confident in their predictions. It was highly frustrating all around. Their failure to provide prototypes when promised only served to anger the Blood Matron. Her anger in turn lead to anxious, and therefore slower, technical teams. A vicious cycle to be sure.
Better still, her most recent business exchange had gone embarrassingly astray. Turns out the troglodyte of a potential customer was actually trying to kill her, by poisoning her of all things. Clearly the attempted assassination had failed but it was by pure happenstance she was alive to be angry about the ordeal. Something pleasant had come from the failed murder however. She had acquired a stunningly beautiful Twi'lek slave from the man, his idea of making amends for trying to kill her. She accepted the slave, as only a fool would have turned the delicate little morsel away, but it hadn't bought the man his life. Only time. For now however, Zenva desperately needed to detox. There was no where better for that than the island paradise of Chroma Zed.
Zenva's estates were small, albeit small on Chroma Zed meant a sizable mansion, dozens if not hundreds of acres of gardens and wooded trails, and miles upon miles of stunning white beaches and crystal clear waters. Zenva's entourage had arrived somewhat early, her military forces having already completed their security sweeps before she herself had set foot on the property. When she did arrive it was with a very small group of escorts, her FIII Footman Droid, two IG Series Assassin Droids, two of her Elite Zabrak warriors by the names Irons and Kil'kae, and finally her newest pet, [member="Tulahi'rani"].
The moment her luxury speeder stopped before the main house, her door was opened and the Zabrak stepped onto white sands, the skirts of her bathing suit brushing her ankles as she moved. She paused, breathing in the scent of the ocean, her eyes closing as a small smile played at her plush lips. After a moment she began toward the house, calling back over her shoulder, "Come Tula. You'll have time for sight seeing later, I promise sweet meat. Right now however, we have much to prepare and little time to do so before my guest arrives. Come, come, don't dawdle."
[member="Lady Lussuria"]