She's arrived clad in one of her nicer evening gowns; one that accented her form quite nicely. It was a floor length gown that hugged her hips and curves in such a fine way it could have only been made for her. Her face painted to perfection with her bright hazel eyes lined with black and her lips painted the exact shade of red of her down. Her hair was curled and pulled atop her head in a simple style that accented her features. Being a few inches taller than before due to the sizable heels under the glittering red gown but she thinks nothing of it as she stands and smiles at groups of people, letting the crass words roll off of her. It did take a bit of focus not to rip off one of her heels and stab it through the eye of the man currently trying to tell her of some war story to do with him doing a routine patrol during the Battle of Endor. Her white teeth showing as she nodded with pseudo curiosity. 

Being one of the younger representatives of the First Order came with both it's perks and it's draw backs, such as the ones where had to bat her lengthened lashes and gaze at men much older than her with round curious coal lined eyes. With her lips set at an innocent pout most of those who she spoke saw her as nothing more than a face to which they used to stroke their own egos. She knew of the words they spoke of after she had left and the moment she grew to her limit with the man's on going story her hand rose in a gentle wave of the wrist, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "You need to go speak with the representative of Geonosis." She quietly stated as the older man stiffened a moment. He repeated her words before making his way through the crowd.

Solaras' heels clicked on the marbled floors to an outer point of the crowds, observing for a moment before her 'guard' arrived next to her. He presented her with a stronger than the fruit water drink, something she gently sipped on- leaving a red imprint upon the glass. "Thank you, Joran." She calmly stated as she pulled the glass to her lips again. The smirk that played on her lips was clearly evident as she watched the crowd with little interest. "I wouldn't go playing a game of chance in a room full of politicians, someone is going to claim it robbed their planet of an obnoxious amount of money and then cry war when it is revealed it didn't." Her words were laced with spite but played off as entertained by the way she rose a well groomed brow at the man. 

Of course she knew exactly who this man was, Joran Jase the Smuggler and possibly Force Sensative canidate to be in charge or a much larger operation. She openly eyed him over for a moment before actually smiling at the remainder of his words. "Oh tish tosh Joran. You can't do that." She paused a moment before downing the rest of her glass in one fatal swig. She looked him dead on and with a small smirk continued, "The spa here is too nice."  That innocent facade that was allowed to fall in her moment of peace returned as another younger man approached them. A less than pleased growl could be heard from the back of her throat as she straightened up and replaced the doe eyed look and pout upon her features. She rose the back of her hand to quietly say, "This guy is rather rude." As thought she were warning him of what was to come. 

"Quite the party you've put on Solaras." The man smoothly stated as he, rather obnoxiously, looked her form over and all but licked his lips. He was the classic kind of human, tall, blonde hair blue eyes and some generic family name that no one really cared about. There was a slight twitch of Solaras' brow that disappeared as her she spoke. "Thank you. The First Order is more than willing to work with someone in charge." A snort escaped the man as he took another swig of the dark drink in his hand. "In charge? Is that what they are telling you,sweetheart?" Her jaw clenched at his words, her hands aching to send wave after wave of lightning through his body. 

"It's true, it really is!" She exclaimed as her bottom lip came out, his eyes zoning in on it for a moment. "I'm one of The First Order's more trusted representatives. They wouldn't leave such an event to a no one." The man chuckled again, very visibly rolling his eyes at her before glancing at Joran. "Tch, and let me guess. You're one too right? Such a powerful member of [i]The First Order[/i] right?" The emphasis on the latter words being full of sarcasm and mocking. The man took a step towards Joran, leaning in with his back to Solaras though not out of ear shot. "Tell me, why are you even here? Why not stop being dilussional and realize all that The First Order has to offer is nothing more than pathetic words and pipe dreams?" He glanced over his shoulder with a smug look at Solaras before looking back at the smuggler. "Do they at least let you fuck her? She's gotta be good right?" His words were crass and disgusting but still words none the less. 

Solaras inhaled a moment to compose herself and stared at Joran while the other man's back was to her. Her eyes telling him to keep it together and play nice...yet, there was something underlying in her gaze. Something of satisfaction, as though she knew there was something coming the man's way and he had no idea. [i]'Just don't kill him.'[/i] That was all she desired at the moment- their plans would all come forth and it would be satisfaction enough.