To quell the tempest softly
The image of a poorly disguised
Darth Carnifex
wearing an obviously fake mustache with a pair of thick rimmed glasses and an outlandish accent was enough to coax a light laugh from her.
The fashion mogul was decidedly, not the Dark Lord. Sith wasn't entirely off the table, given the way he swiftly insulted Jonyna's clothing then…somewhat insulted Valery and Cora? Maybe? It was hard to tell with the chaotic accent.
"Better? What do you-"
Cora blinked, startled as a dramatic finger was pointed her way. Bold?
She glance in the direction where Jonyna has disappeared, then over to Valery.
"What did you have in mind? Something appropriate, I hope.”
Jonyna Si
Valery Noble

The fashion mogul was decidedly, not the Dark Lord. Sith wasn't entirely off the table, given the way he swiftly insulted Jonyna's clothing then…somewhat insulted Valery and Cora? Maybe? It was hard to tell with the chaotic accent.
"Better? What do you-"
Cora blinked, startled as a dramatic finger was pointed her way. Bold?
She glance in the direction where Jonyna has disappeared, then over to Valery.
"What did you have in mind? Something appropriate, I hope.”

