Bothawui
Drev'starn City
17 Boulevard of Liberation - The First Minister's Residence



The most jarring aspect of public service was precisely how much of that service was conducted within intimate distance of the places where you actually lived, or so Taataani thought. There was a vulgar human saying that warned one shouldn't shit where they eat. As long as one didn't dwell on why someone needed to be told that, the saying had enough thoughtful mass to it to transcend as a parable. Yet on Bothawui, Taataani had learned that like everything else on the Planet of Spies, parables didn't long survive the erosion of reality. As a Senator, she'd held limited court in the parlor of her official apartment, but she could also reasonably escape that sort of thing when she needed to vacation to Taltimant, Glee Anselm, or wherever. As the First Minister of the Alliance of Free Planets, having time and space to call your own was now officially a luxury that even someone as wealthy as she couldn't afford for a change.

The last bastion of that sanctity was her bedroom. First Minister Meorrrei wouldn't be expected to hold court here. Well, not officially, in any matter. No, here she could take the necessary moments to be vulnerable, even if only for a span of minutes. Like a Praxian Gladiator, the First Minister began to gird herself, ensuring that the sashes and trusses secured the outer mantle of her burgundy and gold gown. In place of vambraces and daggers, she donned bangles inset with jewels and etching. She clipped matching pairs of earrings into place, six in total that ranged from light to heavy as they traced down her feline ears towards her jawline. A triple-tiered necklace with polished sea coral links ran from the base of her neck to the lady-like plunge of her hem. Her rings were next, two heavy faceted stones that rested in their settings like thrones on each index finger. Once the rings were seated, Taataani flexed out her claws to full extension, checking that her prior application of polish was even. Lastly, she carefully seated her wig, this one a brunette piece spiraling up into a bun, with a shock of red peeking through the coils that rose high and back. Satisfied, she drew up the hem of her dress, rising to her feet as she headed to the door. A tap on the button next to the wall opened a comm link to just beyond the threshold.

"jI'm rreadjy."

The door glided open on air, revealing two high-plumed Senatorial commandos, each with shouldered force pikes. In unison they took a full step back, giving her space to pass. Taataani regarded them as she might a piece of furniture, and exited her quarters towards the Concordian Room, an expansive and curved conference room, where her cabinet had been summoned and was now waiting for her first session.