"A Spoonful of Scorn"
The scene opens, a drone shot flying through the skylines of Kaas as the city is shown in it's dark and gloomy splendor. The camera approaches a building as a jaunty jazzy tune begins to play. We're taken into the studio as the camera passes the crowd, zooming onto the dark red velvet curtains covering the stage. As the tune reaches climax, multicolored spotlights begin to shine, curtains beginning to slowly pull apart. They reveal a gorgeously decorated art deco scenery with two central lounge chairs in the middle. A voice begins to speak.
"Oh Honey! You know what time it is. The razzle to your dazzle, the sparkle to your shine. Your circuit breaking host of Talk Sith With Me..."
A droid walks out onto the stage, hand waving to the crowd as a permanent glowing smiley expression is stamped on its' face. The rhinestones covering its' pink suit reflecting the spotlights that follow it on stage. Applause erupts in the studio.
"Oh thank you thank you, you're just the perfect audience, you know to give me the type of applause I deserve." One of the droid's eyes flickers into a wink as it points to the camera. "I am, of course, your magnificent host Gee-El-Four-Em...but you hotties in the crowd can call me GLAM!" A sound effect of a series of sparkling dings plays as GL-4M waits for the applause to die down.
"Oh Honey! You know what time it is. The razzle to your dazzle, the sparkle to your shine. Your circuit breaking host of Talk Sith With Me..."
A droid walks out onto the stage, hand waving to the crowd as a permanent glowing smiley expression is stamped on its' face. The rhinestones covering its' pink suit reflecting the spotlights that follow it on stage. Applause erupts in the studio.
"Oh thank you thank you, you're just the perfect audience, you know to give me the type of applause I deserve." One of the droid's eyes flickers into a wink as it points to the camera. "I am, of course, your magnificent host Gee-El-Four-Em...but you hotties in the crowd can call me GLAM!" A sound effect of a series of sparkling dings plays as GL-4M waits for the applause to die down.
"Tonight we've prepared you a spicy little dish, one enjoyed by those who aren't afraid of boldness. A Sith Lord so stunning she makes me look like I belong in the trash heaps of Tatooine. A well known name among the closets of high-class Kaasian socialites. The sharp and cutting, the utterly glamorous, the effortlessly original - Lord Vyla Scorne!" GL-4M points to the other side of the stage as the lights follow. Applause once more takes over the studio.
Backlit, a figure begins to rise up the guest elevator. A dramatic silhouette of sharp and exaggerated shapes slowly comes into view as it waits with it's hand raised. The lights shift, now bathing the figure in perfect studio lighting. The Lord stood poised, an older woman dressed in a bold black and white dress. Her face was not only adorned by wrinkles, but by a beautiful intricate feather like tendrils delicately and deliberately placed on her face. To top it all off, her hair was a piece of art in itself, a sculpture. Made out of hair strands, a shape of a goose head loomed above her face. She gave a rotation of her gloved wrist to the crowd as she slowly and delicately walked to the seating. GL-4M helping her sit down as it claps its' hands, making its' way to the seat opposite.
"Thank you for making time in your busy schedule for our show, you have to be one of our more sizzling guests I have to say" The droid spoke as it crossed its' legs. The Lord gave a polite smile as she panned her hand across the crowd "Once I got the invitation I simply could not resist missing out on such a crowd."
The droid laughed "They are just magnificent aren't they." It then added "I have to ask, is that a Kaasian Swan on your head?" Vyla gave a thin smile, almost as if she's pitying the droid, scoffing "Oh darling of course not, this is a Ziostian Swan-billed Goose, now unfortunately extinct, but it was known for its' wonderfully delicate feathers" as she demurely raised her hand toward her headpiece. "Ah I should've known the mind behind 'House of Scorne' would have her fashion game on point." GL-4M retorted as a big Holo-screen behind them showed the logo of her own fashion house - House of Scorne. The logo was made out of several minimalist wings overlain symmetrically over each-other, with a central eye in the middle.
"I have to apologize, but I simply HAVE to mention this sizzling rumor. There have been chatters that you bathe in Alderaanian champagne, could we get an exclusive on that?" The droid asked as everyone looked to the Lord. "Everyone is always so quick to jump and say 'Oh, what decadence...'" She scoffs as she slyly adds "All I have to say is..." Her hand moving to show her face from top to bottom "Do the results not speak for themselves?" She shrugs, satisfied and superior.
"I mean, you simply CANNOT ignore facts folks." The droid tells the camera as it turns back to Lord Scorne. "As one of the main players in the fashion world of the Empire, you must have your finger on its' heartbeat. Now a little birdie told me that, out far in the unknown fringes, there has appeared a new artist. Is this a new potential player? What are your opinions?"
Vyla chuckles, almost as if she found the statement preposterously funny. "Right...Evernonce I believe?" The droid cutting in perfectly "Exactly, Evinance, my Lord." The woman continues "Oh yes, Even-nints...I've had the pleasure of viewing some of their pieces indeed." The Lord licks her lips as her thin smile widens. "And I do have to say, Lord Arazhar really knows how to..." a small, cutting, pause. "...catch the eye of the layman, the wide population of the Empire." She satisfiedly grins "Which is in all honesty quite a feat, as I find it almost impossible to do myself."
"Oh Hoh Ho folks! You heard it here first!" The droid laughs as it continues "Now about your most recent collection..."
The show then continues as the Lord continues her interview. The whole ordeal wrapping up in an hour as the camera slowly pans out.
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