Ask Naboo Ballroom Blitz

[Naina Naberrie]

House Venture Mansion, Theed​

Naina had always loved this part of her life on Theed, the dances, the parties, the dressing up. It was an escape from the hell that was life at home. So when she received the orders to return to Naboo on a mission that required her to attend a ball, one of the really exclusive ones she had never managed to attend in the past, she had gladly accepted. The plan was simple, some careful planning on the part of Sith agents had resulted in Naina and another acolyte from Naboo receiving an invitation to celebrate Zane Venture's twenty fifth birthday, giving the Sith access to the rich aristocrat's home. They would sneak into his quarters, duplicate some documents, maybe install some spyware, and slip away. And along the way she would get to enjoy some Venture hospitality.

The mission was already an easy sell, but then she had noticed the bit at the end about funds. She could use Order credits to buy herself an outfit, and she would get to keep it. She had been grinning all day after accepted the assignment, walking around with an invisible hanger in her mouth. And she had made good use of those funds, ordering a tailor made Dolce and Gaba original. The outfit had been waiting for her when she arrived on Theed and checked into the hotel she and her partner would be using as their base of operations.

"Lord Venture," she talked to herself as she stood before the wall length mirror in the common area of their suite, appreciating her own reflection, "you're in so much trouble." That was when the door leading to the set of rooms assigned to her partner opened and she was joined by the dark haired acolyte. Unabashed at being caught in her assessment, she gave a small spin and put on a show for Cyrus.


"What do you think? Ten out of ten? Maybe an eleven?"

 

[Cyrus Veruna]

There was a profound irony in the mission that Cyrus had been selected for. For years, his own family had been shunned and ostracized by the aristocratic circles of Naboo, isolated for the shame they’d brought upon the Veruna name. With his own self-imposed exile, the Acolyte had been even more removed from the environment he called home. It was only now - operating within the machinations of the Sith - that the disgraced noble was permitted to attend.

Their mission was simple enough - though it would require discretion. Cyrus had no qualms slipping back into the role of a distinguished gentleman of Naboo, abandoning his Acolyte robes and Sith paraphernalia for the finest Karlini silk. He was dressed in a striking white suit, incorporating elements of Induparan fashion and thread-of-silver along his undershirt. His fingers were adorned with a few rings, while an expensive chrono - a heirloom he managed to loot off his father - was secured to his wrist.

Cyrus didn’t waste any time - exiting the fine suit that had been allocated to them. He promptly made his way towards the room of his partner, running a hand through the loose strands of his dark hair long the way. The scent of sandalwood and bergamot trailed his steps, filling the air as he moved. As the door slid open, Cyrus allowed his gaze to fall upon Naina for the first time.

His lips tugged ever-so-sligtly at the little spin she performed. There was no denying the beauty of the Acolyte - and Cyrus took a moment to admire the woman standing across from him. His head tilted ever-so-slightly, dark eyes traveling shamelessly up and down for a long moment. “Eleven, doubtless,” He said with a nod of confirmation, stepping properly into the room.

Cyrus adjusted one of the rings on his index finger, glancing down to catch the glint of its gemstone center. “Minus a few points for that.. Discount dominatrix bit,” He waved his hand vaguely, clearly having caught the words she spoke into the mirror as he stepped through the door.

He looked up to her once more at that point. “Cyrus,” He introduced himself - giving her an opportunity to do the same.

“Our speeder will be here soon enough to take us across the lake to the Manor. Good opportunity to discuss our plan going into this,”

@Wit

 

[Naina Naberrie]

Smiling at Cyrus' comment, Naina gave him a nod and moved out of the way in case he wanted to use the mirror as well.

"Naina, and most of these lords have a dominatrix or two on their payroll. Even some of the ladies. And they're the customer today," she gave him a tap on the chest a she made for the bar to put together a drink while they waited for their ride, "not you. So that's a plus as far as the mission is concerned."

Moving behind the bar, she began mixing drinks, quickly but efficiently putting together a pair of martinis.

"The access points are in Zane's quarters, so we could break in somehow or get him to invite one of use in. Zane's gonna be more interested in you than me, so I guess I'm your wing-woman if we go the latter route." Done mixing, she picked up the glaces and walked back to Cyrus, handing him a drink. "I saw you try to woo the birthday boy, and if that doesn't work we try some other way in." Taking a sip, she took a seat on one of the numerous seats littered across the room. "I'm sure they're used to people getting lost on their way to the bathroom, or sneaking out for a private place to hook up."

@Altaris