Byblos. Sheegoth Technologies Headquarters. Tower 242:

The office was immaculate. A place for everything, and everything in it's place. No folder or pen cup out of place. Every knickknack was displayed with purpose and free of dust. Every surface was polished until it shined. There was no wear, no tear. Everything looked like new. As if it was only just brought in that very day. Alderaanian marble. Vortexen Glass. Kashyyykian Woods. A dozen materials in this room alone were considered illegal to own on many other worlds. Giant windows dominated the back wall of the office, and projected upon each was a much more pleasing landscape than the true one outside. No one wanted to see the neighboring tower block.

In this case, it was the rolling golden fields of Dantooine.

A figure sat behind the massive desk in an equally magnificent chair that of rich leather construction. A creature of fang and scale, wrapped in the finest OKWear suit; a cornerflower blue number that accented nicely against it's gray scales and blue markings. The matching jacket and it's finely textured golden tie were laid across the top of the desk together. Two tiny golden eyes high up in the ridged and craggy face rolled back into themselves. A brow like a mountain softened and fell away. Gods, the boy's hands felt magnificent! Beside the chair, at the top of a step stool, stood a well groomed individual. Between the dark skin, the complete lack of any visible hair, and the baggy clothing it was impossible to tell the identity of the androgynous creature beyond it's near human features.

It worked it's hands into the shoulders and neck of the mighty dragon, who moaned and cooed with at every touch and the slightest pressure.

A buzzer sounded from the desktop, a terminal lighting up to display the time in flashing aurebesh.

"Look at the time, Asimir. We got carried away. Again. I'm afraid I have a meeting. I will call on you tonight. Until then."

The lithe, ethereal creature glided from the room, disappearing out the door. Standing up Rathalesh Sheegoth squared his massive shoulders and rolled his neck before plucking the jacket and tie up from the desk and slipping them back into place with practiced precision. Cufflinks closed. Jacket buttoned in the center. Tie pulled tight. The CEO of Sheegoth Technologies, communication tech giant, had many pressing and important meetings on his schedule for today; but this one was quite a bit more important to his personal goals, and like many of his personal machinations it was being carefully hidden in plain sight right behind the façade of this legitimate business.

Resuming his place atop his throne, he stared straight at the door, narrowing his eyes.

"Send in Miss Vallen."