She had no qualms about flaunting her wealth, and it was no different now that she invited an up and coming star. Eris didn’t care who he was beneath the mask, but he proved to be rather efficient at what he did. She had a substantial amount of credits to offer if that was his vice, or anything else that could appeal to him.
Eris was waiting in her living room, fireplace going and her rich, fine exotic furniture surrounding her. Her mother used to obsess over having imported furniture from all over the galaxy. Eris had never been allowed to climb on anything, and she was forbidden from ever having pets as a result. She was taught how to sit and act at every step, and now she could only grin at the memories.
A glass of whiskey swirled in her hand, fresh from the bottle her father had locked up and cherished for years. Eris stared into the fire for a moment before glancing over at the cat that was curled up asleep on the sofa next to her. Her parents would have had an aneurysm at the sight, and it brought her great pleasure to see.
Eris was adorned in a long, emerald gown that was fitting of someone of her social status. Despite all of her teachings in the Force and the harsh life she led, having all of this to herself paid off in the end. In order to climb further, she needed to rely on others. Others like the man she invited over to strike a business venture with.
She had informed him he could come in through the double doors up front, and he would be led to her by a droid. Eris simply enjoyed herself a drink in the meantime, reading a murder mystery novel as she sat by the fire.