Private Big Evil Prom

[In Rhan]

Five Waves Shopping District, Llinnal Prefecture, Denon​

"So. If I'm reading you correctly." In stated between chuckles. "And please, let me summarize because I want to make really sure I understand you. You want:"

One finger went up, pressed against Niysha's shoulder. "Something nice to wear to your big evil dance party, so that you look good for your big evil girlfriend." In listed.
Second finger. "Something that conveys vulnerability - to her - but won't make you look weak to her rivals or opponents who might come after you to get to her."
Third! A third finger has hit the list! "Can be put on alone by a blind woman who usually doesn't wear anything more complicated than trousers."
The fourth finger, the unexpected finale. "And you thought your best bet was... me. Half of my wardrobe is denim and most of my tops are ponchos. I own two pairs of boots and one pair of heels. You are paying me for this service in iced chai."

With an incredulous smirk that could easily be heard, In ambled alongside her partner. The Five Wave shopping district was equal parts megamall and water park, and one of the better places to go in the vicinity of Naboo if you asked In Rahn. Not just because it tended to have better prices than competitors - though it did - but because the presence of all that water kept the temperature down and manageable. At least for her. "I mean, OBVIOUSLY I'm gonna help you, Niysha " The lanky Pantoran woman promised, sipping the drink she'd already been bought off with. "I'm all In. Let's get this shiv done. It'll be HILARIOUS, and trussing you up for your big important evil girlfriend might be the sort of favor that pays out some day."

"I just need to know how much cleavage on a scale of 'none' to 'all' is within your acceptable tolerance." In snarked. "Are we going for full-coverage leather, or a couple of black-and-red adhesive bandages with angry faces on 'em?"

Mentioned: Darth Virelia

 

[Niysha]

Denon had become quite the distraction for Niysha recently. After the terminus of their contract with Vikai, it was in the neighborhood, which made it the convenient end destination after they dropped off a bunch of refugees. Ecumenopoli were always the best places to shop, especially the clean ones. It'd be hard to go wrong shopping on Nar Shaddaa or Taris, but really, it was the ones with streets you could hear your boots squeak on that had all of the best shopping. Which... might have been part of why Niysha didn't have much of a wardrobe. She didn't have any reason to be anywhere near Coruscant.

This was not helped, of course, by In mocking her, but Niysha was an extremely even-tempered woman. It'd take more than a little... good(?)-natured ribbing to set her off, and "being joked at by her girlfriend in a private conversation at an open-air mall" didn't constitute public humiliation. Niysha, once again, was made keenly aware that she barely even resembled a Sith most of the time.

"I don't exactly have a huge stable of sorority sisters to poll for outfit ideas, In," the Miraluka defended weakly. Her sigh would've echoed in a plaza with wonderful waterfall acoustics if not for all of the people there to dampen it. "You can coordinate colors and you know what would look hot on me. This makes you the leading expert in the field of 'what does Niysha wear to a social event to impress a romantic partner.'"

The snark was less helpful. As frequently happened, In was saved by Niysha's biological inability to roll her eyes. "Something tasteful enough I can wear it in public would be a good place to start. I'm not looking for bondage gimp chic. Just something that would fit in at a Sith party and look hot enough to turn a head or two." Specifically Serina's head. That was the important head to turn.

In Rhan

 

[In Rhan]

"Unfortunately for us, you look amazing in most things." In observed dryly, tapping her fingernail against the side of her coffee cup, her arms folded. "But I've got ideas. Inspirations. Plans even, though anything more complicated than that would require knowing where the krong anything is in this place."

The Pantoran woman peeled away from Niysha to glance at a map of the area, considering the display with some annoyance. For one, it wasn't a terribly useful map. For two, she was increasingly aware of all the little ways in which the Galaxy was less convenient for her partner to navigate. This was one of those situations. Naboo had money, and money meant 'artisanal' effects. Like a sign that'd been painted onto a stone edifice. In squinted at it in consecration, trying to divine which of the artsy-named shops might have what she was looking for.

'Myriad Mysterious', 'Her Neighbor's Manta', or 'SL3VIN Ball' were all painted the soft green-white that she assumed meant clothing, but that wasn't even a promise. In scoffed in disgust and finished her coffee.

"Leather. I want leather. Let's go find where the leather lives." In decided, guiding Niysha away at a casual pace. "Something bright. You looked amazing in that white suit, and I want to lean into that."

 

[Niysha]

The way In was staring at that big rock implied that there was something there for normal species to look at. If she'd wanted to, Niysha could've used her datapad to scan the rock and translate whatever it was that she couldn't see, but she had no real reason to comment. Instead, she just waited until In had somewhere to go and something to do. It was her setting the schedule today, after all. While that happened, Niysha was just a passenger with an iced caramel latte and an appreciation for coreward architecture.

Eventually In had a direction to take them in, and Niysha finished her cup and tossed it into the nearest bin. "A leather suit sounds awful. Let's do one of each; something leather, something suit." No force - or Force - in the galaxy could make her walk around a jungle planet like Dromund Kaas covered in twenty pounds of black leather. Looking hot was important when out on a date, yes, but she'd take a pass on being hot.

Notably, she didn't bother trying to ask In why white looked good on her. She was peripherally aware that black was the most common color that Sith wore, and that white and black were apparently opposites. This set off an alarm in her head, which she quietly acted upon when she managed to work up the confidence to speak of something upon which she had zero authority.

"If the whole planet is wearing black, won't white stick out? Or is there... something I'm missing?"

In Rhan

 

[In Rhan]

"Sticking out can be hot." In pointed out idly. "Also it means you'll accent your date, which both brings attention to the pair of you and also makes her look more powerful for having you at her side." She listed. "You won't be the only one sticking out. Not EVERYONE can wear black, and there's bound to be some femme fatalle sorts strutting around in blood red or deep purple or somethin'." The Pantoran speculated. "Besides, if everyone's wearing leather jumpsuits they've probably got the HVAC compensating."

"But. I wasn't thinking a full leather suit. More like..." She made a vague curvy shape with her fingers. Like a candlestick with way more hips. "Cocktail dress. Strappy. Open at the midriff, one leg, chest." In explained. "Asymmetrical. You have a fantastic figure and skin, showing it off is another way of projecting power." She fluttered her hand aimlessly. "You know that stuff, I'm sure."

One hand at Niysha's back and the other in her pocket, In scanned the stores they were walking by - looking for the right combination of villainous fashion and sultry. "I realize you're normally a suit-and-tie sort of girl, and you look amazing like that. But if your girlfriend is half as crazy as you've made her sound, then you'll want to be in full arm candy mode. And that means a dress and heels." In explained. "Unless you know something I don't about what she likes."

 

[Niysha]

Well, what In was describing didn't sound bad at all. Obviously high heels were going to take some adjustment, but she'd been trained on balance beams above heated bars; pumps were nothing, comparatively speaking. The idea of showing skin being more attractive to normal people was something that Niysha was, again, aware of, but she rarely really thought about it much most of the time. It was for exactly that reason that In's advice and discerning eye were both vital.

"My girlfriend is pretty crazy," she replied with a smirk, bumping her hip against In's. "But I don't hold that against her. She's got nothing on that Sith lady I somehow managed to land."

Hmm. Serina's preferences were still something of a mystery to Niysha, but she did seem to be a bit... stereotypical. In so many, many ways, Serina Calis was every bit the Standard Sith Lord that they wrote for holoflicks. From that, she could make a couple of assumptions. "I think she'd like... straps. I know I said we don't want to do bondage gimp chic, but she's mentioned collars and chains like eight times."

Niysha kept pace perfectly well, thank you, even as In was window shopping. "Windows" were something that sighted species used to make walls that they could see through; window shopping, then was just... that thing that Niysha did all the time without stopping. She probably should've spent a little more time looking at the clothes they were going to be buying soon, but it wasn't like she could tell what she was looking for. "So probably," the Miraluka offered in attempt to be helpful, "a choker, or something to that effect. Something that she could look at and go 'ah, yes, good dog.'"

Before In could respond, Niysha turned her head and held one finger up. "Shut up," she pre-empted.

In Rhan

 

[In Rhan]

In's head at snapped around once Niysha started discussing the sort of things she got up to with the other side of their little triangle, eyes wide and engaged. Completely locked: In. "Hmm? Me?" The Pantoran woman asked with a mischievous tone, feigning confusion and a bit of incredulity. "But? I wasn't going to say anything?" In asked. "Why might I? Have said something? I'm confuse??"

The high-pitched tone couldn't last long. In snickered into her hand and gave Niysha a pat on the head. Her hair was springy and soft, fun to touch. "She's got good taste. And this, I can help you with." In promised warmly.

That didn't expand their options so much as confirm what In more or less had in mind as a good option. While she was sure it was some sort of prejudice to assume that as an Organization Sith threw black leather-themed events laden with thick sexual tension and suggestion when they weren't planning to spread violence and fascism... was it wrong?

They passed by a boutique that had a great deal of leather in it. Not dresses or anything of the sort - but plenty of accessories. In guided Niysha into Accidental Necklace with a bounce in her step... on the hunt for collars!

 

[Niysha]

Niysha was biologically incapable of rolling her eyes. Lacking that single key indicator of annoyance, the only way to discern when she was mildly peeved was to look at how she pursed her lips. For now, she swallowed any frustration and followed In into a specialty shop that she was relatively certain she just wanted to go to exclusively to tease Niysha about. It was fine. It was all fine. Chances were she'd look pretty good in most of this stuff, even if it wasn't even slightly relevant to finding a compelling outfit to show off to Serina.

It was a little unfair, actually. She got to find someone else to help her surprise Serina, but she didn't have anyone to work with to come up with a similar surprise for In. Serina had no eye for fashion; everything she wore was melodramatic, theatrical nonsense with an emphasis on "intimidating" more than "fashionable." In was normal. She liked normal things, like normal people did. Niysha needed to find another co-conspirator to come up with fun surprises for In in the future.

For now, she quietly bore the laborious brunt of her girlfriend's teasing affections.

"Again, it's for fashion, In. Something stylish and appealing. I'm not walking out there to broadcast my bedroom activities." She stopped a moment by the door, arms crossed as she took in the whole contents all at once from every angle; "information overload" was something of an alien concept to her. She would never have even considered it. "Like, maybe imply them a bit, but not scream 'I am having wild, deviant congress with this human woman."

In Rhan