Aeri Vyn
Leggy Executive
S U L L E S T
Koensayr Manufacturing
Koensayr. It was an odd thing, seeing the name back in production. For the longest time from what the clone could remember, it had been a name tied to the Black Sun Syndicate. Now it was under a new banner, a new owner, a new purpose. One of which was to bring to life the new BTL-S12 K-Wing for the Galactic Alliance.
Aeri was here on behalf of Mara Tibx & Fuels. Not just for a fueling contract but also to explore the potential of providing the raw materials for Koensayr and the Galactic Alliance for any future Bombers. To complete the deal they sent in the sultry Zeltron and the woman wasn't one to skimp on first impressions.
The former Companion and little known ex-Valkyrie had legs as long as the Kessel run and she was in no way unwilling to showcase them. The tight steely grey pencil skirt did a number on that svelte figure and coral legs, hem falling inches above her knees and that billowy white blouse two extra buttons undone to see the lacy black underneath. An icon of Aatrox the Deceiver swung between that dangerously low decolletage along a strand of Krayt pearls, as if a singular argent flagship framed by an armada of black pearls.
Her violet hair was cut in a posh A-line that ended right at her chin. It framed her angular face and the bright lavender eyes lined by a dark, smoky smudge of kohl. Top it off with salaciously crimson tinted lips and the woman was set.
Each step made a distinct tattoo on the polished floor, her dark heels echoing a distinct purposeful walk.
The Zeltron was set to meet someone here. Question was, would they be on time or late?
Koensayr Manufacturing
Koensayr. It was an odd thing, seeing the name back in production. For the longest time from what the clone could remember, it had been a name tied to the Black Sun Syndicate. Now it was under a new banner, a new owner, a new purpose. One of which was to bring to life the new BTL-S12 K-Wing for the Galactic Alliance.
Aeri was here on behalf of Mara Tibx & Fuels. Not just for a fueling contract but also to explore the potential of providing the raw materials for Koensayr and the Galactic Alliance for any future Bombers. To complete the deal they sent in the sultry Zeltron and the woman wasn't one to skimp on first impressions.
The former Companion and little known ex-Valkyrie had legs as long as the Kessel run and she was in no way unwilling to showcase them. The tight steely grey pencil skirt did a number on that svelte figure and coral legs, hem falling inches above her knees and that billowy white blouse two extra buttons undone to see the lacy black underneath. An icon of Aatrox the Deceiver swung between that dangerously low decolletage along a strand of Krayt pearls, as if a singular argent flagship framed by an armada of black pearls.
Her violet hair was cut in a posh A-line that ended right at her chin. It framed her angular face and the bright lavender eyes lined by a dark, smoky smudge of kohl. Top it off with salaciously crimson tinted lips and the woman was set.
Each step made a distinct tattoo on the polished floor, her dark heels echoing a distinct purposeful walk.
The Zeltron was set to meet someone here. Question was, would they be on time or late?