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Marselia Urstalis

Rose of Morellia
Character
For a girl of nobility, she had seen so few worlds, but she had read of and heard of many of the ones she had not had the chance to visit. Her mother and father had seen to it that she was afforded the best education of the worlds that credits could buy, as well as the indulgence of all her interests, and her home life had been nothing short of pleasant at a minimum, because of it. If not for the fact that she was nothing more than a pretty face in the shadow of her firstborn sister, or for the fact that her father was dead on account of being a Sith…

...well, let’s not go down that road just yet. The family had pulled up, and moved on. Best not to dwell on it, no. Her mother had wasted little time in remarrying and gaining stepsiblings for her two girls. Things were looking up, life was brighter, but not for Marselia. No… she had loved her father. She had been the most enthralled by him. She had been the most confused, the most angry, the furthest in denial. But she saw, too, as the deepest of the grieving passed, just what her father had become… and how it had destroyed him. There was more anger, too, at that. And fear. The halls of her home, the particular beauty of her world… they were all reminders, and when she couldn’t take it anymore, she left. She packed up the ship she had been given for her eighteenth birthday, and she left it all behind, without a clue where to go except the one world that had increasingly been within her interests…

...Zeltros. Yes, Zeltros. Land of pheromones, libations, substances, and fuuuuuuun. And Marselia was in it, subjecting herself to all those things in a packed nightclub whose name she had either not bothered to note, or had simply forgotten, as she writhed sensuously between bodies, both Zeltron and otherwise.

@[member="Emily Vani"]
 

Emily Vani

Guest
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Emily, growing up as a free soul never knew any bounds. Today she found herself on the planet of Zeltros. If only her master were here. Emily had little life experience, between her young age, and the little time spent away from her home, even when she had lived there. Quietly, Emily got dressed and left the man's ship she had got her on. She smoothed down her hair to reduce the amount of tangles and mess that had accumulate.

She made her way into the city. No destination in mind, just looking for something to do. She had the exploratory side of her taking over at this point. "Time to go clubbin'," She mumbles to herself. She stumbles into some rave-type bar, gets a drink, which probably isn't good considering the amount of thing's she'd had before coming here. She sat at a table for a minute, watching the crowds, other tables, and all manner of life going on.

@[member="Marselia Urstalis"]
 

Marselia Urstalis

Rose of Morellia
Character
This… this was the most fun she’d had in a very long time. The redheaded Morellian had never been clubbing without some strongarm of the household guard escorting her and watching her every, single move, which always did just the trick for dulling the intensity of the experience of what was supposed to be wildly open and free of inhibitions.

Here, though, there was no such damper. She was far from home, and plenty old enough to take care of herself. As the song ended, she gave her impromptu dance partners a teasing smile, and wiggled her way out of the crowd, heading straight for the bar. It was time for another drink, and to have a seat for a couple of songs.

Maybe, just maybe another touch of spice.

“Yes, another one of those… wonderful purple and green things. Please.”

The ‘tender, yet another Zeltron in a club that was mostly full of them save for a couple small handfuls of other humanoids, gave her a fun smile and mixed her drink with deft hands, handing it over to her mere moments later. Lia blew a kiss at him over the bar, at which point the mauve-skinned ‘tender leaned across the bar counter, cupped her chin, and kissed her for real.

Oh, it made her toes currrrlll… and then it was over. The tender gave Lia a wickedly seductive smile, Lia grinned half-dreamily in return, and neary floated away from the bar, looking with barely a mote of effort for a place to sit.

It was then, that her eyes settled on a quiet-looking, cute girl that appeared to be about her age. Lia gravitated to the table this dark-haired girl was sitting at, pulled up an empty chair, and sat her drink on the tabletop.

“Hey, there.” The redheaded Morellian said in such a volume that could understandably get through the loud music, the fair, slightly purring lilt of her voice carrying airily across the table. “You like this place so far?”


@[member="Emily Vani"]
 

Emily Vani

Guest
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The sights, the smells, the sounds. Emily had seen them all, experienced it all, and been way wrapped up in it all before. To her, this was a regular night.

Curiously she watched the dance floor. There were couples and makeshift groups dancing, all high off their asses. The fun of all this was great every once and a while, but tonight she wasn't feeling it.

She needed entertainment. The dance floor wouldn't do it. Nor the spice. Consequently, Emily was stuck with sitting and thinking about sitting. How joyous this night was turning out to be.

Her head nodding back with her eyes closed in frustration, Emily heard the movement of a chair and a voice.

"Well, it could be worse."

@[member="Marselia Urstalis"]
 
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