Open Sembla Afternoons

[Darth Stolas]

OOC: Open to Sith and reasonable affiliates​

It had been some time since Morgan had invited other members of the Sith Order out to relax and get together. The last time on Bespin had gone well and the Firrerreo didn't believe every gathering needed to be held in castles and dance halls. While it wasn't the sort of setting every Sith enjoyed a nice spa resort was right up his alley. Rather than the orange and purples hues of Cloud City skylines viewed from the resorts and hotels in the richest sections there was a new experience waiting for those who arrived.

Sembla was an oceanic planet of vast underwater coral forests and volcanic islands. It wasn't surprising that a resort of sorts had popped on some of the islands. Reserving a facility for an entire group's sole use wasn't uncommon so Morgan sent out invitations and made arrangements.

Each guest would be greeted and offered a droid or organic personal attendant for the duration of their stay. The resort included great beaches of different coloured sands and an inviting shoreline for swimming, a casino, dining area, and a truly impressive array of spa options to sooth away the stress of Sith life. Even now Morgan himself had found a lounging robe and wide-leg pants of white silks and had splayed himself in the sun like a particularly lazy, if graceful cat. His pampering had begun with some very professional work on one hand's nails while the other held a fruity-looking drink with a little umbrella overtop.

It was good to take a break. Slender fingers placed down his drink and replaced it with a compact datapad, snapping a selfie. He added a cat-ear filter and sent it off to his boyfriend (@Sreeya ), lips curling into a relaxed grin. Goldens looked around to see who else had arrived and what they were up to.

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[Darth Caelestis]

Artorigas could not remember the last time he had taken a break, perhaps it was just before that first ball, what felt like a lifetime ago. It was one that fateful evening that today's patron had made his move from a Sith Lord to a seat upon the Council. Since that ball Artorigas had been on the move, helping both the Sith Order as well as looking to further his own agenda in the Galaxy. Even the party on Serenno where many had relaxed and drunk the night away, he had been moving and positioning both in the back and foreground of the event, never truly having the time to relax and rest on his laurels.

Though since then and his visit to Exegol he had been getting more and more time to let his hair down and relax, the invite from Lord Stolas to Sembla seemingly arriving at the perfect time. The warm sea breeze washed across the beach ruffling the back of Artorigas' hair as he lay face down on the massage table. A rather attractive looking Togruta was currently rubbing oil into his right leg, her hands gliding effortlessly up and down working on the knotted muscles.

The Togruta woman 'Sharla' was her name had asked him to change into what was pretty much a thong to allow her as much access to his skin as possible. Artorigas had thought about questioning this but when his personal attendant a Zeltron named Atlantia, had also insisted the Sith Noble relented and placed the thin piece of fabric on. The think piece of fabric left little covering when Sharla had pulled the towel up to allow her access to his leg, giving all in attendance an extremely up front and personal view of his right ass cheek.

Artorigas smiled to himself almost laughing as he realised that the Sith Councillor was sitting to his right playing with his holo and fancy drinks within easy view of the Serrenian's bare bum.

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[Malou D'Amaris]

It had been some time since Malou had been amongst several other Sith, and even longer since she'd been present at a social event such as this. A lot had happened between now and the party on Serenno. Truth be told, she might not have come if Artorgias had not stated his intent to do so, but after spending so much time on the desolate Exegol, the thought of sitting in luxury and being pampered once again did sound quite nice.

The salty air was refreshing to her lungs which had grown used to the stale air of spacecraft. Malou had opted for a droid to attend to her, not wanting to suffer either herself or an attendant to small talk. She promptly found a massage chair to sink into while the droid waited nearby. There were a few attendants or sat sat between her and Artorgias, as well as the reclining Stolas, but it did not save her from witnessing her master's exposed ass cheek. Unfortunately, due to the nature of her vision, she could not not see it.

Malou sank deeper into the chair and considered just cutting herself off from the Force. It was a spa though, what did she expect? On the flip side, Stolas seemed to be happy to just lean back and take selfies. Malou stifled a laugh and wondered who in the world he was sending selfies to. Or did he just collect pictures of him? Both were amusing to think about.

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[Jaikus Thorne]

When the invitation to Sembla had come from Lord Stolas, Jaikus had quite shamelessly jumped at the opportunity. The Marauder could not remember the last time he had an opportunity to truly relax, having so recently found himself immersed in his duties to the Order, from Felucia to Botajef. This trip to the spa represented a rare chance to decompress, and there wasn’t a chance in the galaxy he was going to pass that up. Upon exiting his ship and arriving at the entrance to the resort, Jaikus plucked a dainty glass of something fruity from the tray of a nearby server droid, deciding to go with an organic attendant to tend to his needs for the evening.

While a certain Serennian chose to bare half of his ass to the world, damn-near blinding them all in the process, Jaikus had opted not to expose himself so brazenly. Instead, the Marauder strolled through the spa in a blue-and-gold pair of shorts and matching robe of the satin. The loose-fitting garment draped lazily over his shoulders and remained untied at the waist, leaving the Marauder’s torso exposed to the sun.

While Jaikus had already spotting Artorigas on the massage table, only now did the Marauder pick out his apprentice lounging nearby. A mixture of pity and cruel amusement played behind his citrine eyes, greeting the Acolyte with a polite nod of his head as he passed. He couldn’t help but think that the nature of her sight was as much a blessing as it was a curse in that moment. While she had mercifully spared from the glaring reflection of the sun against pale flesh, the poor girl saw in vivid outlines and that arguably might’ve made the entire situation worse.

Rather than linger near the master and apprentice, Jaikus was led the chair directly to the right of where Stolas lounged. “My Lord,” Jaikus tilted glass towards the Firrerreo who had graciously invited him to the resort, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips at the sight of the Sith Lord taking selfies. He plopped down into his seat, leaning back as the Togruta attendant began meticulously tending to his neglected fingernails. “Enjoying the amenities, I hope?”

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[Deva Gendrel]

By the time she arrived, she was pleasantly buzzed. The few hits of spice from the ship to the beach were enough to settle any riled nerves, and the ocean looked about as inviting as any spice rail off a Twi'lek's ass. Her attendant, a droid thank the Force, insisted that she wear something more revealing.

If she wasn't halfway high enough to fly to Bespin, the thing would have been a smoldering pile of wreckage. But as it was, she needed it... him? Them? to attend to her, so here she was, doing her best impression of I clearly belong here. But it seemed there were a few here already. Dark glasses swept over the view; Malou, she could recall seeing across the ballroom. Lord Stolas, which she offered a bow of her head, and...

She had to do a double-take when she realized it was Artorigas.

If that ass wasn't blinding from lack of color alone, the view was certainly appreciated. She took a long, hearty swig of her mimosa, and the bright notes of juice sparkled in her head as she hummed once, giving it another eyeful before meandering on. Dressed in a deep violet sarong wrap skirt and a high-cut one-piece in black, the one sparing grace from the bright sun above was the massive sun hat she wore, in charcoal black to match.

Sauntering by, she allowed her fingers to ruffle slightly as she passed Jaikus, making the breeze mess with the man's hair and robe ever so subtly before taking her own place, closer to the bar and a few seats away.

Perhaps she would go for the massage tables, but for now, she was content to hide beneath her hat and watch the others play in the sun.

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[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc was just back on his ship after returning from a diplomatic meeting when he got the selfie from Morgan across the galaxy. The half Sephi stared at it for a moment, speculating on the strange cat ear filter and the point of them. It was something Emryc never understood, and he generally thought selfies were stupid. Morgan was used to not receiving selfies in return as it was just how Emryc was. He saw that Morgan was in a public place and thought twice about this.

A ding would resound in Morgan’s datapad to signal a response. When he opened it, he would see a picture of Emryc without any filters. It showed the lower half of his face with a bit of stubble and below. He was wearing a black suit jacket and a white button down underneath. The top few buttons were undone to reveal the beginning of his well defined chest. The black tie around his neck was loosened just a little.

The most iconic part of the picture was one end of a brightly colored pair of lingerie Morgan had left behind hooked around his index finger. The other end was caught between Emryc’s teeth with the undergarment pulled taut in between.

Emryc didn’t bother with a caption.

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[Darth Stolas]

There was a lot to take in here. For starters, Artorigas Wessex was wearing a man thong for his oiling down not far from where Morgan was lounging so peacefully. Brows rose and lips curled in amused bemusement from the sight of the up tight nobleman dressed in such a way. His gaze moved casually along, finding little interest where it had been. "Trying to bring night out a little early, Artorigas?"

Meanwhile the man's poor apprentice seemed a little awkward and out of place, positioned as if she was trying her best to disappear into her massage chair. Morgan wondered what had Malou so bothered. Maybe that's just the way she was? She'd played the role of wallflower on Serenno as well and disappeared off somewhere without so much as a dance as far as the Firrerreo had noticed. He offered her a lazy little wave from where he was.

A sip of vividly argent and cobalt drink in his hand preceded another wallflower's arrival, swirled so the array of colours mixed in the glass. Golden eyes glanced over to look over Jaikus' attire with silent judgement. After a moment he smirked with approval and slightly tilted his head in greeting. Notably the equipment for handling his nails were different from the woman working on the marauder's. Firrerrreo claws needed something a little sturdier than standard.

"Of course, wallflower," Morgan said teasingly with obvious amusement. "Relaxing is an important skill." Another drink from his glass was taken as the Zeltron at his side manipulated his fingers, silver-hued shapes of scars peeking out from underneath his fluttering sleeve. "The first of many treatments. Herbal sauna and baths are popular here," he added, "Bring any interesting news with you?"

Deva also got a friendly wave. She and Morgan hadn't really ever spoken but she'd seemed fun enough when she appeared on Serenno. The hat was certainly something to see, the Sith Lord's head tilting a little to get a better look at it. He supposed it hid one well from the sun and she did look nice in the outfit she'd chosen. Regardless he gave her a languid 'come hither' motion, inviting her to join the rest of them.

Morgan's datapad went off with a catchy little jingle. He used the Force to float it up to his face properly, opening the message from 'Soldier Boy', taking another sip of his drink. Golden eyes immediately widened in shock and brows shot upward, a suppressed coughing sound coming from his throat. A golden shade flushed up from beneath his robe, traveling across his shoulders and up his neck to his cheek, his hand pulled from the attendant's grasp to cover his mouth while he choked. The datapad was brought even closer so others hopefully couldn't see it.

That wasn't fair, he was in public! It took some time for Morgan to recover, clearing his throat, while the flush in his cheeks failed to fade. He grinned with mischievous energy lighting up his eyes. Rarely did he get selfies back, much less ones like that! This meant war. "Never you mind," he said pre-emptively to Artorigas and Jaikus after his coughing fit, typing away a response that said 'Cheri!! '. He couldn't exactly respond how he wanted to on the beach, but Emryc would receive a return selfie with a confidently angled face grinning with a flash of razor fangs, cheeks still obviously flushed with embarrassment.

The caption said, Anytime, anywhere.

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[Jaikus Thorne]

The lightest tinge of irritation splayed across on the Marauder’s face as the wind blew upward and ruffled at his dark locks, disheveling that which was almost never even a hair out of place. It didn’t take the Marauder long to spot Deva with her enormous sun hat, immediately recognizing where the mysterious gale had come from. Any irritation on his face faded away then, replaced by the start of a grin tugging at the corners of Jaikus’ mouth.

While his Togruta attendant began work on the nails of his left hand, his right lifted slightly from the armrest of his chair to point outward in Deva’s direction. Subtly, the force coiled up from the ground and brushed against the woman, tendrils of invisible energy slithering upward until colliding with the great hat that she wore. It was not forceful, but it would require her to hold the hat down to keep it on her head.

To anyone watching, it would appear as if the woman had simply been subjected to a sudden and mysterious gust of wind. A quick glance at the mischievous grin plastered across Jaikus’ face and the tipping of his glass in her direction, however, would reveal it was anything but.

Satisfied with his playful retaliation, Jaikus turned his attention back to Stolas with a toothy grin. “Wallflower,” Jaikus repeated the nickname, chuckling softly. “The baths do sound lovely, I must admit. Though do be careful of the sauna.” His gaze flicked over towards the Serennian on the table, giving the man a wink. “If the current trend continues, Artorigas might decide to shock poor Malou to death on his way to the steam room.”

Jaikus pondered the question for a moment when asked, bringing the bright, fruity drink to his lips while he thought. “Nothing in particular, I’m afraid – not unless you are a fan of tedious archeological pursuits. Dusty scrolls and the like.” He waved a free hand dismissively, already assuming he knew the answer to the question. "But how about you, My Lord? Anything riveting to share?"

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[Deva Gendrel]

Jaikus' own retaliation had the desired effect, but another one. As the mystery gale suddenly lifted her hat, the sarong lifted with it. A deep flush burned bright from the tops of her ears down to her shoulders as she hurriedly smoothed a hand over the skirt, and the other gripping onto the brim.

Turning to look at him, she caught his smirk, and a challenging grin touched her own lips.

Two can play that game.

She caught Stolas' own beckoning, and she smiled once as she rose to join them. It would be rude to debuff him, after all, and after the last social she was... curious. Especially with how he seemed to get along with most of the other high members of their Order. Her attendant trailing after her, she came back their direction, offering them both a polite bow. "My Lord." Violet eyes glinted at Jaikus.

Wallflower, hmm?

Taking a seat close to them now, the droid began to massage her shoulders. Scars glinted, the deeper grooves of them marking slender shoulders, and even down her spine, past where the suit dipped. Though the sarong covered most of her pale flesh, she could feel the other scars tingling with the memory of pain. She felt so... exposed, even now.

Pressure pulsed around Jaikus' throat, a subtle band of it like a collar, or a hand, pressing. And though she merely gave a sideways glance and a nod, the pressure was soon released afterward, taking another sip of her mimosa. She was content to relax in her own shade, listening to the waves. However, the mention of baths piqued her interest; perhaps she would try them out if there were any private ones.

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[Darth Caelestis]

As Sharla continued to rub his body from top to bottom in sensual oils smelling of juniper, clove, cypress & thyme, the smell flowing up deep into his nostrils. She hit a sweet spot in the deep muscle of his thigh. With it the Sith Noble let you a audible groan of pleasure as he felt the tension melt away within his flesh. Artorigas was not shy when it came to such things and had not tried at all to hide the pleasure and pain from the knot fading away, perhaps to the discomfort or comfort of his fellow Sith that surrounded him.

He let out a little laugh at the Sith Councillors joke, shifting his head to one side allowing him to gaze over at the three Sith now gathered around the formers lounging chair. Sharla covered up his right cheek and moved round to his other side to work on his other leg. "Perhaps I should leave it on show and hope to catch a tan. Perhaps I can catch one from your cheeks." He retorted back in good faith before Stolas quickly battered away his comment. The Firrerreon seemed to gather control over himself quickly as the two around him began a playful fight with The Force. Flashes of the mythical energy flew between the two as they began their childish little game, it brought a smile to the Sith Noble's face to see them able to relax in there own way.

"Do not worry Jaikus you have the luck that the Sauna's here are separated by sex. So only yourself and our Lord here will have the pleasure of myself." He continued with a smile, his eyes closed enjoying the soft flowing movements of Sharla on his back. "Atlantia my dear, please fetch me a long island ice tea. Its well past the yard arm and I've had no alcohol."

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[Malou D'Amaris]

Malou sunk further into her chair, happy to relax as the mechanical knobs rubbed and pushed against the muscles on her shoulders and back. She missed the luxury of wealth back home, but this was close enough. The acolyte would have been content to just vibe, but the sound of her name from Jaikus' mouth caught her attention, so she did not completely space out. Malou didn't catch the majority of what he said, but her attention was peaked. She didn't know much about Jaikus, but then again, she didn't know much about anyone else here. Everyone here was at the party on Serenno. She knew that. She knew all their names now too--Stolas, Jaikus, and Deva--but she was unfamiliar with all of them further than that.

Stolas was a bit intimidating, being on the Sith council. He reminded her of a predator, the kind to watch and wait, perhaps appearing uninterested until the moment arose for him to strike. She often associated that sort of personality with the shrewd businessmen and women in her family, but he did not seem to hold the same disinterest for everyone but himself as they did. Or so it seemed. She couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Jaikus, on the other hand, gave her the same impression as a deceitful politician looking to gain the upper hand through honeyed words. He was silver-tongued, subtle, and it all reeked of manipulation. The way he sought out and danced with Darth Raze on Serenno--even now, gravitating towards Stolas--reminded her of the way petty lords would shower her grandfather with flattery and dirty their tongues on the soles of his boots. That was not to say she disliked him; she knew next to nothing about him. He was socializing, just as she probably should be. Talking to strangers. Getting to know strangers... It wasn't exactly her cup of tea. She hated being alone, but she could never find anything to talk to anyone about, so she hated small talk too. Malou was not nearly as charismatic as someone like Jaikus, so perhaps--just a bit--she envied it of him.

Her impression of Deva was probably the least defined. She didn't recall much about her from Serenno. They called her Wallflower now, but was it accurate? Malou might call herself a wallflower. Even now, instead of interacting with anyone, she was keeping to herself and judging those around her. Even Deva does not seem so reserved, Malou decided as she picked up on the antics between her and Jaikus.

Malou might have continued to sit and keep to herself, but suddenly the chair stopped moving. Confused, she sat up and turned to face the droid standing quietly nearby. "The chair has gone into a system update," it informed her. "Wonderful," she replied to it dryly.

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[Darth Stolas]

It was very polite of most to ignore Morgan's nearly dying from whatever he'd received on his datapad. The Firrerreo quickly began to recover his composure in the meantime, although his mood seemed more cheerful than before. He almost missed the playful exchanges between Jaikus and Deva, blinking once at the 'gust of wind'. How cute. "Poor dear," he commented of Malou, snapping a plain white folding fan out from somewhere to brush the sea air over his face.

Morgan's head turned slightly toward Artorigas after his quip about tanning, the light of mischief returning to golden eyes even as his brows furrowed. "I'm afraid not," he said from behind his lazily moving fan, "All my sunlight's in my eyes. They are otherwise occupied." By staring out over the ocean, at the moment.

Jaikus was amused by the nickname, although the reasoning behind it was something Morgan decided to enjoy privately. Goldens fixed the flirtatious male Marauder with a flat look. "At least one step above stamping paperwork." No one liked to talk about the buerocratic functions of a Council member since it wasn't very 'Sith' like to some but they absolutely existed. "Besides," he continued, "Anything is boring if phrased poorly." Morgan was less demanding he be told a story so much as encouraging it, as he usually did.

"Well. I found an old ship some time ago. Repairs are nearly done," the Firrerreo replied to Jaikus. For some reason he was grinning when he said it, one brow raised. This was an example of what Morgan had just said about phrasing and was meant to invite questions. Just a little noble's game. "And one for me," he said to Atlantia, finishing his current drink.

"Suits and sarongs? How flexible you are." Morgan turned to look at Deva. He could appreciate someone who mixed looks like that. With a chuckle to himself the Sith Lord flicked a finger in Malou's direction to move the entire chair she sat in off the ground and closer to the existing group. "What is the Lord of Wessex teaching you, acolyte?" This time his focused gaze turned to the near-blind girl directly.

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[Darth Tiamat]

Tiamat loved the ocean, but to share it with others, that made her a bit more hesitant to arrive to the spa to enjoy the luxury with others in the Order. She decided not to make her arrival too overt, but making a late entrance was due to draw some attention. Upon her arrival she was greeted with her own personal attendant, a speckled blue toned Twi'lek who seemed to know a lot about hair care, drawing Tiamat's curiosity and interest. The redhead adored her locks and there was nothing in comparison to having someone else brush her hair for her.

Eventually, she seemed convinced to head to the beach where others were enjoying themselves or so she was told, but made it clear her limits with the sun. No matter the amount of sunblock she would wear, being in the sun too long always made as brightly red as a gundark. She would rather leave the red two piece swimsuit the brightest color on her body and wore a white sheer cover-up over it. The Twi'lek finished with her hair, lining the side braid with blue, white, and yellow flowers weaved through the folds of the hair and then lead the woman outside with the others.

She immediately recognized Morgan, giving him a small wave and settled on the wooden lounge chair placed in the shade. The waters glittered under the sun and Tia dropped down her sunglasses and held out her hand for the attendant to begin working on her nails.

 

[Malou D'Amaris]

One moment she was twisted around in her chair, looking to her droid attendant for answers, and the next she was being forced to join in on the conversation via magical chair ride. She couldn't say she was thrilled at all about the new development, but there wasn't much she could do but ride it out.

What is he teaching me? Malou was not given but a second before she was immediately sucked into the conversation with a question about her training. What a broad question. There were several ways she could answer that question. She could talk about hands on experience. The acolyte was definitely a watch-and-learn sort of learner. When she was still living with her father on Serenno she believed she was a textbook learner. Once she started training under Artorgias though, it became plainly clear she faired much better to learn by example and learn as she went. She could talk about their discoveries on Exegol, but that was probably better saved for her master to disclose. Am I thinking too much on this? Malou settled back into the chair. What if I just said 'stuff'?

"Different stuff. I've had the opportunity for a lot of hands-on experience," she replied after a second or two. Malou was unsure if the councilor was wanting specifics, or if he was just expecting a short answer before he moved on to more important people and more important questions. It wasn't uncommon, on Serenno, for her father's guests to ask about her schooling without actually caring. If she had to guess, it would be the same in this case. When in doubt, be diplomatic and vague. Unfortunately, she was not blessed with the charisma some of the other here were.

"I'm grateful for the opportunity to train under him."

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[Jaikus Thorne]

Jaikus brought the rim of his glass up to his lips, taking a long sip of the fruity beverage as Deva sauntered over to join the conversation and Malou was quite literally dragged into the middle of it. Socializing in the sun among mostly familiar faces, the Axxilan was as comfortable as he could possibly be – entirely within his element now.

Citrine eyes first fell upon the familiar face of Deva as she approached, the edges of his mouth tugging into a sly smile as she joined the party and took her seat close by. “A pleasure as always, Deva. What a lovely skirt.” The teasing in his voice was clear. When Deva took her seat, the subtle grip around the Marauder’s neck did not go unnoticed. Rather than recoil away, he merely tilted his head further upwards ever-so-slightly, going so far as to wink subtly towards the bold woman. Challenge accepted.

“Hopefully wardrobe advise isn’t among his many lessons.” Jaikus quipped, his attention now moving in Malou’s direction. He had admittedly had less interactions with the acolyte on Serenno, but that didn’t prevent him from being his playful self. “I am sure Artorigas is equally grateful to have you as a student.”

Speaking of the man, Jaikus’ head then turned in the Serennian’s direction, meeting his gaze with a sly smirk. “A pleasure indeed.” He purred back at Artorigas, shrugging slightly. “Although a tan would do you well. The view isn’t bad, but I can’t help but notice a resemblance to the surface of Hoth.” He teased, making light of the fact the Sith noble looked as if his pale skin had never seen the sun.

When Stolas spoke, Jaikus arched a brow in his direction. “Is that so? Any plans for the ship, once repairs are complete?” While waiting for an answer, the Axxilan took the hint to tell a story of his own. “I did find some rather intriguing texts on my travels. They are exceptionally old, so translation has been incredibly slow, but progress is more or less being made.”

Eventually, Jaikus’ eyes drifted across the way and settled upon Tiamat. The Marauder recognized the woman from Serenno, briefly recalling the ‘don’t fuck with me or you’ll die’ look she’d given him after dancing with Lord Raze. He still couldn’t quite place why she’d been so displeased with him. He would have offered to dance with her as well, if he didn’t think doing so would land him in a similar position as Xeno.

Despite his previous reservations about the temperamental Sith Lord, Jaikus flashed her a polite smile from across the way, tipping his glass in her direction. “I do believe I ‘ought to go say hello to our newest arrival. It would be rude not to, wouldn’t you say Lord Stolas?”

He paused for a moment, turning to look at Atlantia before she left the area. “If you’d be so kind as to fetch some wine, as well. Two glasses. The entire bottle will be necessary, I dare say.”

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[Darth Caelestis]

Artorigas smiled at Stolas' reply, though the man had a temper at times Artorigas felt he had gotten a good feel of the Sith Councillors boundaries when it came to his sly and sarcastic comments. Atlantia soon returned with the perfectly created Long Island Ice Tea, just the right drink to get ones alcohol content moving in the right direction as quickly as possible when it came to a summers day. The women held the drink underneath the massage table, the straw allowing him to drink as the massage continued.

He was either very thirsty or the glass had a leak as it was soon gone much to his dismay and a rather concerned look from Atlantia. "Another please." He said as Sharla announced that she had finished with his massage, as always she tried to hide his decency by covering him back up with a towel now that she was done. Though that was a waist of time, the Sith Noble now all limbered up from the deep massage was keen to get off the table and over to the party. Twisting his body Artorigas was able to swing his legs around and stand up from the table, the towel covering his man thong falling to the ground, giving all those in attendance a rather interesting view of the Serennian.

Artorigas however was not a shy man and although he would cover himself eventually he would not rush to grab a towel to cover him, if anything he grabbed a towel which was well a little too small to properly cover himself. Doing little than cover the area just around his parts, he had gone from a man thong to a mini skirt in coverage. He stretched his left shoulder, the muscles and tendons were still stiff, the Bacta cured injury from Felucia was still adapting, the skin a slightly different shade to the rest of his body.

Atlantia soon returned with another drink, now who should he visit. It seemed that Jaikus, was looking to get cosy with another Sith Lord and was making his way towards the rather reluctant to be here Tiamat. He would leave the pair to it and instead join the larger grouping around their host. Plonking himself down on a lounger to the right of Stolas, he smiled at the three. "She is an excellent student, her mastery of both The Force and the Blade is advancing quickly. Much more of a natural than myself I would have to admit." He said with a smile raising his glass towards his apprentice. "Have you ever taken an apprentice Mi'Lord?"

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[Prissca Kersin]

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 today, adorned with just enough seashells in just the right places to keep her from looking indecent. She was a model, after all. She had little choice but to show off the perfection that was her body at every opportunity presented to her.

At least, that's what she told herself.

Having arrived a bit earlier than the other guests, Prissca had already procured her personal attendant when she heard the indisputable siren's call of the ocean. The crashing waves. The cool waters. The smell of the salty sea air tickled her nose. It wasn't often the noblewoman got to enjoy a nice relaxing swim, much less on a warm planet without a singular cloud in the sky - and she was going to enjoy it. This little excursion was quite the treat for her after all, and it showed, her lips splitting into a bright smile as she raised her arms and smoothed down her long, wet hair. She then offered each of the Sith gathered there a nod of acknowledgment. In order of rank.

Darth Stolas was first, of course.

“My Lord. I must say, this is quite the resort. Thank you for inviting me.” She purred, turning to her right as her young Mirialan attendant appeared to offer her a towel and a tropical drink of her very own. Prissca would take both. “Thank you, darling. Fetch me a masseuse, would you? That's a good girl.” She ordered, the attendant nodding immediately and turning to run off to fetch what was needed. There was nothing like a massage after a nice long swim.

“Are we all enjoying ourselves? I know I am.”

 

[Darth Stolas]

Tiamat's arrival got her a cheery wave and friendly smile from the Firrerreo. She isolated herself a little from others and Morgan left her to her space, unlike the acolyte he'd dragged over for socialization. A lazy and mischievous grin alit his face while Malou gathered her thoughts, like a cat that had found a particularly plump partridge to play with.

"I'm sure," he said of her gratefulness, head tilting slightly as his grin widened, "You must be over the moon." Morgan chuckled light-heartedly at Jaikus' retort, thoroughly enjoying himself. "What is the best defense against the Blaggard's Bombast lightsaber maneuver?" His fan slowly wished back and forth to keep him cool, the drinks were cold and well-made, and the company was pleasant. What complaints could he have?

"She's been off somewhere or other," Morgan breezily explained about his apprentice. Aadya was a free spirited type. Who knew where she was at any given time? Stolas certainly didn't. Perhaps one day he'd have another apprentice but he hadn't found anyone bold enough to ask. That was actually something of a requirement for the man. Most of the time. Morgan could be fickle and flighty, after all.

"A flying home away from home." Morgan smiled arily, his fan dropping to his lap as the new drinks arrived. A glass was raised for a long sip and he hummed in a satisfied sort of way. It tasted good but it was strong! Excellent. "It's a spacious thing." Jaikus mentioned 'old texts' that needed translating and his head turned slightly in his direction.

"A specific dialect?" Goldens turned from cobalt ocean views to find the Marauder. There a few people who might be interested in translation, Darth Raze being one of them if it was related to Sith history. It brought Morgan endless amusement that the half-Sephi was often more well-versed in Drast history than a living Drast prince. "Ah, and Jaikus." Morgan fixed him with a playfully stern look, grin still firmly in place. "My name is Morgan. I'm on vacation."

He waved the man lazily off with his fan hand. "Make sure sure the wine isn't too dry," Morgan added helpfully to Atlantia. If he recalled correctly Tia preferred drinks that weren't very bitter.

And then Prissca appeared, the noble lady that he'd danced with on Serenno. Golden eyes passed right over the woman's bare skin and appraised her choice in bikini and stylish entrance. As a man who greatly enjoyed an entrance Morgan nodded with approval. "I couldn't well deprive the other guests of a good show," he said back to Priscca.

"Has your father thrown a fit yet?"

@Altaris @lizziie @Braden Drake @GABA @Tess

 

[Prissca Kersin]

“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 been smart and chosen the sturdiest waterproof make-up she owned, and kept her look on the natural side just to be safe, but the self-centered woman never went anywhere completely nude. What a horribly embarrassing situation that would be!

“As for my father... I may have mentioned to him that I'd been invited to spend the day at an oceanside resort with you, and I may have neglected to mention that we wouldn't be alone.” Her smile turned vicious. “He was so very excited for us. I'm going to relish stringing him along... and then cutting him off at the knees.”

The noblewoman's skin was just lightly sun-kissed, unblemished by any scars, freckles, or other imperfections beyond the intricate tattoos she'd chosen to adorn herself with – a series of birds in flight across the bridge of her right foot, fishnet sleeves on her arms matched with delicate dottings trailing down her fingertips, and more delicate dottings, teardrops, and another pair of birds adorning her clavicles. The theme was clear. She was as free as a bird, and she wanted everyone to know it.

Turning to take in the 'view' of Lord Wessex as he enjoyed his massage, she could only grin at his bold choice of swimwear. It seemed everyone was moving up in the world, and fast. It shouldn't be too long before she herself moved up as well, especially considering the company she was keeping.

 

[Veles]

A dark red drink in hand, a black fold-out chair in the other and black gasses over his eyes shaped like bats, Cin trotted casually through the sand, kicking it all over the people he passed that were laying down to tan. He did not realize this, of course, because he was still trying to figure out how to walk on the beach, a place where he had not stepped foot before in his life. Dathomir did not have beaches (unless you counted the shores of sharp rocks that would turn you to smithereens if you were unfortunate enough to find yourself there) and neither did Coruscant. He truly wasn't even that used to the sun beating down so harshly without being covered by smog or dark clouds.

If he was out of his comfort zone, he definitely didn't show it. Decked out in black shorts that only reached down to the middle of his thigh, exposing his muscular legs and numerous tattoos, he maneuvered around, a droid following him silently. His top was one of those beach shirts with buttons but instead of colorful flowers on it, his were reddish-gray and wilting. It was a cool shirt.

Cin was looking for that gathering of Sith, but he was having trouble finding it and did not want to ask the droid for help, afraid that he would look stupid. He was a Sith too, so he should already know. What he did know was that adjacent was another meeting, a group of exhibitionists who were out for a nice brunch.

A man in a thong getting what seemed to be a sensual massage was the first thing that came into view as he approached the group, and Cinere stopped in his tracks, side-eyeing the droid. The man in question let out what sounded like a very loud and obscene moan, which sent Cin's blood pressure skyrocketing.

"Is this the...ummm...exhibitionist meeting?" he murmured to the droid not taking his eyes off the man getting a massage.

"No, sir, this is the meeting you are attending." Its voice was monotone but somehow matter-of-fact. Hell, it sounded a bit like the droid was mocking him.

"I'm not an exhibiti--" he cut himself short when he realized what the droid was trying to say. "Aha, so who's the...individual receiving a massage?"

"That, sir, is a Sith."

Cinere raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips. He blinked once, twice, then began moving forward without a word. Who was he to judge? He had shown up in short shorts. Reaching the happy campers, he nodded to those that acknowledged him.

"Sirs," he greeted the males higher in ranking than him. "Madames," he said to the ladies.

He folded out his chair, sat down, and kicked his legs out. Finally, he took a sip of his drink, which honestly resembled bantha blood in look. He smacked his lips as the strong alcohol coursed down his throat, hitting his tastebuds like a freighter. That certainly hit the spot.