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To say that watching Laeonas strip down to what looked like an undershirt and his, gasp – underwear – was unsettling would be a massive understatement. Her disgust only grew as she watched him slip down into the same waters she was now wading in. Pale green eyes would shift from the skinny and...

“That's a lovely tune, Mr. Alasdaire.” Prissca would compliment the hallikset-playing, offering him a smile at the comment he sent her way before turning away from him and the other contestants and bending over at the waist, using the slim fingers of one hand to untie the straps to her high...

“It would have been a crime if you did, my Lord.” Prissca replied in turn to the Darth's first statement aimed at her, taking a sip from her fruity beverage and carefully dabbing her face with the towel in her other hand in an attempt to remove the saltwater without smearing her make-up. She'd...

The blonde blinked in surprise as two names she did not recognize were read off as the contestants that would be leaving the show. Jazz? Jimi? She had no recollection of these names at all – until she watched the two men rise and follow the Mandalorian who had been tasked with escorting them to...

As the various Sith gathered around to greet one another, partaking of the themed booze and discussing the many delightful amenities the resort had to offer, a shapely blonde marauder would seem to rise up out of the ocean to stride toward them. She was wearing a somewhat revealing purple bikini...

The good Lady Kersin wasn't one to broadcast her vote like Mr. Hendrix, but it certainly wouldn't come as a surprise to anyone if they happened to sneak a peek at it. Standing from her seat, the blonde would make her way to the podium like a proper runway model, a smile on her lips and a sway in...

“Charmed as always, darling.” She would reply tartly to the strangely dressed man's insults, eyes narrowing just a bit as she silently regarded him. What was he wearing, anyway? He looked ridiculous, and his insult felt even more so. She'd smile at the cameras, of course, making it seem like a...

Prissca shot the other woman a sharp, reprimanding look. "Well, I never! What sort of Lady do you think I am? Do you really think a woman of high breeding such as myself would stoop so low as to have a one-night stand? With this rabble?" The blonde scoffed at the very idea, before remembering...

After taking a moment to look around the room – just to be sure there weren't any other bodies flying in her direction – the blonde finally stepped outside to bear the frigid cold of the Serenno air. She didn't have her fur coat this time, and it had begun to snow lightly again, her pale eyes...

Prissca's breakfast had just been brought to her and she was minding her own business pouring a sweet purple syrup over her pancakes when the dreaded redhead from the day before decided to plop herself down in the seat across from her without even bothering to ask if she could be seated. Typical...

“I extend the same offer to you. I would be remiss to bother you during your creative process, as that might irrevocably alter the results, but I will have my assistant contact yours on a weekly basis until the fitting... just to keep the lines of communication open and my curiosity sated.”...

“From the lovely Lady Kersin herself.” Prissca echoed her tall, pale dining companion. A soft, drunk laugh would follow her words and Billie's insistence that she couldn't deny the offer even if she wanted to. It amused her more than it probably should, but then again they had both been drinking...

Prissca waited patiently for the designer's reply, her forefinger lazily drawing circles and other patterns in the condensation that was frosting the glass their most recent drinks had been served in. She didn't really need an answer. She wasn't even sure why she asked the question in the first...

It certainly was a strange sensation, dancing much less grinding with someone of such higher status than herself. A member of the Sith Council, no less. At least she had the benefit of knowing he wasn't interested in her in that way – a way that could be considered inappropriate for the...

Where did her royal nobleness go last night you may wonder, after screaming into her pillow and abandoning her room? It would be hard to say once she left the main residence and all those cameras behind, avoiding the other contestants as well as that one particular one she was being forced to...

“Well, you're quite the lucky one then.” Prissca mused with a sigh, wishing she had as easy a time with her family ties as others seemed to. Her father was constantly trying to set her up, her mother was constantly begging her to move to New Alderaan to be closer to her, and her brothers were...

While she wasn't about to earn the ire of a Darth by making baseless assumptions, she would offer him a coy smile and a witty remark instead. If the little debacle with the other Darth was any indication, she wasn't his type in several ways. “Oh no, I don't believe I am. I'm not quite tall...

“Periwinkle it is,” Prissca agreed, raising her glass in a silent toast before finishing off the contents and setting it down on the table in front of her. She would have requested more, but it was smarter for her to wait for the next course. She was definitely buzzed by this point, and she was...

Prissca would return the gesture, bowing gracefully to Lord Wessex as he took his leave of her presence and departed to check on his Acolyte. It was a little disappointing, but she had given him freedom to choose, so that was on her as much as it was him. Continuing to voyeur the dance floor...

Prissca watched as a servant stepped in between herself and the Darth next to her, pouring him a glass of wine before making his way over to where Lord Wessex stood with two other women with three other empty glasses. If she wasn't wrong, the redhead was Lord Tiamat and the other was Darth...