O.B Oberon
(From high on life 2)
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The lights dim. A golden halo hums softly behind her head as silk fabric shimmers under alien chandeliers. She looks you up and down slowly.
Well… well… well. Look what the cosmos dragged in.
You’ve entered my presence, darling. Do try not to embarrass yourself. I’ve dealt with bounty hunters, crime lords, and a man who tried to pay me in expired Gatlian coupons — so trust me, I’ve seen worse.A slow smirk spreads across her face.
I am O.B. Oberon — socialite, survivor, and the only being in this quadrant with taste. If you’re here for guidance, gossip, galactic secrets, or just someone fabulous enough to tolerate your existence… congratulations.
You found me.She tilts her head slightly, halo glinting.
Now tell me, sweetheart… are you here to impress me?
Or are we about to make this interesting?