It was an unusual setting for Thalia even if it was easy enough to get inside. The air smelled sweet, a mix between perfumes and tobacco and those who were in attendance did not smell like they had just crawled out of the sewers of Nar Shaddaa. It was certainly a class that Thalia could get used to and the event itself was one based on educational purposes. However, from what Thalia could gather, someone went broke and now things needed to be auctioned off to pay collectors. The rooms in the hall were lined with paintings and documents many still believed to be an accurate history, one that was based on the fantasy the Empire had created over a century earlier. However, there was one item present that Thalia had taken an interest, a tome, whether real or not was among the collection that spoke of religious woo and the Force. The very stuff she was struggling to better understand in herself, but knew others would pay a nice sum of credits to have their hand on it.
Thalia was dressed to fit in, though she did not quite feel the confidence to wear a dress and instead opted for the feminized black dress suite that still gave the chic, but business look. Thalia slowly walked around the showing, taking in what she saw, heard, and of course what she could not see. A server droid walked by and the girl grabbed a flute of champagne and took a sip as she pretend to take interest in the painting of some long-dead officer. Her target item was just a few exhibits further and she would take her time wishing she could down the champagne in order to have at least a dozen more glasses. The girl had to keep reminding herself to keep calm.
It was a tricky situation, one she would have to adapt quickly as soon as the auction was over. Her mind went over the vague steps in her plan once the tomes were auctioned and sold, it just all depended...who...got them.
@Orbit