Wealthy Secrets

[Darth Evandrus]

Evandrus smiled and waved politely to the new people who were entering the grand hall that they had paid for for the purposes of hosting this event. He wasn't exactly eager to meet all of these people but they didn't have to know that. To them he was the host, alongside Jenova, and he was happy to be here and happy to welcome them here as well.

There were waiters floating around with their platters of food and drink, a dance floor and a large, live, band who were already in full swing.

Thankfully there were greeters at the door so neither he nor Jenova had to waste their time greeting literally everyone who walked through the doors. Still, the idea here was that they would mingle with the great and the good of Botajef and get more information they could use to form a lasting peace between the large, warring, families.

Still smiling, he turned slightly to look at Jenova,

"I swear to the Force that if that old lady on the left makes eyes at me one more time I'm going to pluck them from her head." he whispered so that only she could hear, all the while smiling away as he held a flute of sparkling wine in one hand, "What about you Jenova? Enjoying the ball so far?"

He glanced down before sighing.

"You hardly need to wear heels you know."

@Esther Nyx

 

[Jenova Savas]

Jenova couldn't help but smile, ever so slightly, at her High Judge's comment. For such a charming exterior, Lord Evandrus could be beastly in manner, especially when vexed. The nobles attending this gala had no idea what wrath he could wrought upon them and with such little provocation too. If they were wise, they'd remain pleasant, enough that they didn't court the Sith Lord's fury. Jenova herself seemed rather detached from the entire event, seeing she was somewhat out of her comfort zone her, amidst the heights of decadence. Still, she had opted for this mission in particular. Not because of Lord Evandrus himself, but because of others who would be attending the gala. Avidly, the hybrid's eyes scanned and scoured the surrounding faces of the patrons. She noted every one of them, every one of their auras. If there was even a flicker of ill content, she would identify it.

Yet just as a new arrival drew her attention, she vaguely recalled Evandrus address towards her. Unwilling to be rude, she turned her focus back towards him. "Yes, Lord Evandrus. I suppose... though I admit, these sort of things aren't my usual forte."

When the High Judge commented on her shoes, Jenova glanced all the way down, her thoughts absently straying for but a moment. Even if she removed the heels, it would make little difference. She was an amazon in terms of height, easily towering over most of the humanoids present. Lord Evandrus was no exception. However, she dare not utter such insolence, least the High Judge break her legs in respose. Still, he must have caught her trail of thought, given the veiled look brooding in his gaze.

Quickly, she sought to pacify him, and absently gestured to the annoyances that were her shoes. "Apologies, my lord. I was told to dress appropriately for this event; the heels were an unfortunate match." Being a hybrid, Jenova was a sight to behold for some. Her luscious green skin indicated her reptilian parentage. Luckily, however, her features were a tad softer, more gradual than the usual angular features of others. Though she lacked the prominent ridges of bone, Jenova still exhibited other subtle inheritances. Truly, the only remanences of her Miraluka roots were in her eyes, their yellow gaze lacking the entire pupil. They were akin to pools of gold, their depths burning with an unsung flame.

Unsure how to dress for occasions such as a balls and galas, Jenova sought professional help. The designer was absolutely thrilled with dressing, having her try on a number of garbs. They'd prattle on about the colours mismatching her tone, or stealing away from her other eye catching features; Jenova couldn't appreciate it any of it, seeing her sight couldn't perceive things as trivial as colour. Eventually, the 'classic black' dress was suggested, one that would only accentuate her otherwise ethereal qualities. A pair of matching arm length gloves accompanied the dress, along with the rather set of heels.

Spoiler

Thinking it would amuse her High Judge, she revealed as such, "You may take pleasure in knowing that I am in an abundance of discomfort." She then took a short sip of her wine, finding its bouquet a little sweet for her preferred taste, "I never knew such torture existed until now..."

All joking aside, Jenova grew quiet, her gaze riveted on a approaching procession. It was as she suspected earlier. A Falleen delegation was in attendance, strange, considering the species' reputation. What would have brought them here, of all places? The answer became clear as the serpent faced nobles ambled their way towards their position. Their intent was clear. They meant to commune with Evandrus. Far be it for her to desist them. Still, it did not stop her stepping aside, ever so slightly. She would flank the High Judge's side, should he allow such proximity. Should he question her gesture, she would readily explain most subtly, "Falleens are notorious pheromone users, my lord. Regardless of gender, the effects can be quite potent. Forgive my impertinence, I mean no offense."

Falleens were well known for their manipulation and scheming. Jenova would be damned if any tried to attempt such mockery, least of all in the presence of Lord Evandrus.

 

[Darth Evandrus]

Not her forte?

Evandrus would have rolled his eyes at that if they weren't being watched by half of the room. That was such a massive understatement that it actually annoyed him that it had even been said in the first place.

Not her forte?

She was a six foot tall green woman who enjoyed fighting in such a way that left her opponents as bloody smears on the ground. Yes, he supposed she would think this wasn't her forte. He sipped at a drink he had snagged from a waiter before, setting it back down after the small drink.

He raised an eyebrow at how her thoughts turned, annoyingly, to jokes and comments about his height. Thankfully, she seemed to realise it would be foolish to annoy him. Scoffing, he nodded a little bit,

"And I was told that a bow tie was required and that not wearing one would be considered an insult." he admitted with a small sigh, "Gods above how I hate these things."

He chuckled lightly.

"Somehow it does make me feel slightly better."

Raising and eyebrow at her movements, Evandrus hummed as he acknowledged the approaching Falleens. They did appear to want to talk.

"How amusing."

Perhaps he would get a chance to harm some of these cretins after all?

@Esther Nyx