Persephone Dashiell
It's Called Fashion Sweetie
NEW VERTICA CITY
Persephone navigated the city streets with ease. Born in the undercity of Taris, Nar Shadda seemed no different. One had to have a bit of smarts to walk around - it also helped her bodyguard droid, Zee, was behind her. Zee was also carrying a small wrapped item, roughly eight by ten, firmly in his hands. Wiser that the droid kept on to the potentially costly possession. They were heading to a local art dealer with a galaxy-wide reputation. A reputation that rivaled some of the big name art galleries in the Core Worlds. Not that it was wise to visit such worlds in this time without caution.
Moving to an upper level of the city, the teenager soon found the gallery she was looking for. Ran by
Mauve du Vain
, known for a collection of unusual and hard to come by items. Persephone had considered becoming an art dealer and was still toying with getting a second degree in Art History. Still had to get that first one however, so for now it was just a nebulous thought. Hand touched the handle of the door, a small chime sounding as it was pushed open. She was greeted with amazing sights of art and various art-adjacent items such as sculptures and pottery. Head craned up, everything in the space was filled but not in a cluttered way. Very deliberate. Very haute. It was a place she could get lost in for hours.
