sommer

The shuttle's repulsors hummed as Andrew Lonek's sleek personal transport settled onto the landing terrace of his fortified cliffside villa. Sunset spilled a fiery orange across the horizon, casting golden light over the polished stone and transparisteel architecture of his estate — a secluded...

The Black Glimmer speeder hummed to a stop, its undercarriage lights casting lazy shadows over the curved landing pad of Sommer Dai's penthouse. High above the smog-choked glamour of Nar Shaddaa, her cliffside sanctuary loomed — a Malibu-style palace of quiet elegance, usually lit like a jewel...

The upper lounge of the Gilded Veil, Nar Shaddaa. The music below pulses like a heartbeat. The lighting above the club floor flickers low gold and bruised violet, catching on the chrome edges of the suspended catwalks. A velvet booth tucked into a curved wall offers temporary isolation—but only...

Theme: Dangerous glamour, criminal diplomacy, heist masquerade, Force mysticism, and pleasure-as-power Location: Nar Shaddaa Primary Hooks for Writers: Bounty hunters, slicers, Jedi, Sith, nobles, smugglers, dancers, info-brokers, and crime lords After her electrifying return to the stage and...

The lights of Nar Shaddaa spread like a thousand broken promises below her. Sommer Dai stood at the edge of her glass-walled bedroom, bare feet sinking into the velvet rug, her skin still humming from the club's last kiss of music. Outside, the city pulsed — all chrome veins and violet steam...

Low golden lights flicker across velvet drapes and glass decanters. The soft hum of ambient jazz winds through the opulent interior of The Gilded Veil, a high-end club nestled in the heart of the upper city. Shadows dance along the marble floor, blurred by the haze of incense and whispered...