[Her heels click softly against the hard floor of the mansion halls. Justine reaches out towards he walls, brushing thin fingers against the golden filigree laid into the molding. Curious.
Her head turns when a familiar voice fills her ears and she sets off down the hall towards it's source. Thomas?
Justine is dressed in white. The hem of her skirt brushing against her knees with each step. Silky black hair falls pleasantly over her shoulders accenting the delicate curve of her neck. She pauses when she catches sight of the familiar man, her dark eyes dancing over his skin before meeting his gaze.]
I think you'll have to find them. You know how difficult the Hutts like to make things.
Around the Mansion
Her head turns when a familiar voice fills her ears and she sets off down the hall towards it's source. Thomas?
Justine is dressed in white. The hem of her skirt brushing against her knees with each step. Silky black hair falls pleasantly over her shoulders accenting the delicate curve of her neck. She pauses when she catches sight of the familiar man, her dark eyes dancing over his skin before meeting his gaze.]
I think you'll have to find them. You know how difficult the Hutts like to make things.