"Ma'am, I though you said you only had three million Euros in your account?"
"No, Darling. I said it's value had only three million ZEROS. Seriously, it's not that much, I'd would've thought your banks would be much larger to hold such a meager amount of money."
Through Galactic trading on a scale that’s never been done before, Miss Galaxy has quickly become one of the richest people in the entire universe. She may even be the richest, but this remains unknown as she earns money and assets faster than people can count it. She owns more planets than she can remember, spaceships that match them in size and entire star systems have her name on it. Each outfit she wears, each meal she eats and each piece of jewellery she adorns herself with is worth more wealth than most civilized planets contain.
Though it seems that earning too much money can bring unforeseen problems with it.
Though various deals, planet wide shopping sprees and sold assets she has been left with a pile of spare change that she has no place for. Any bank that tries to hold it ends up spending weeks upon weeks of counting the pile of money to see what value it holds, before their machinery crashes and burns out completely, unable to handle such high numbers and sums.
At this point the growing pile of pocket change is getting in the way, and she would almost consider just dumping it out into space if she didn’t hate to see good money get wasted. So instead, she found the next best thing besides tossing it out.
She found you, someone picked completely randomly. To a woman like her, you are nothing more than a peasant, someone you carelessly donate some small change too without even thinking as you move on. Of course, the amount she is casually giving away to get rid of, is more than you could ever spend in a million lifetimes. Without much of a reason she hands over the mind-bending pile of cash, making it clear that she wants nothing in return. If you wish, you can worship and praise her all you desire, but to her you were just an easy way to get rid of some unneeded cash.
"Yes, my spare change would over-inflate your currency over a sextillion times over, but I'd rather ruin a planets economy then let even an insignificant portion of my money go to waste." She tells you before strutting off, already eager to have another star-sized diamond crafted in her image to pass the time.
-If it's not obvious now, I have a thing for very over-the-top wealth and luxury. Been working on this piece for while, but had a hard time articulating the absurdly ostentatious wealth of a noble who trades on a galactic level.
Huge thanks to a wonderful, dear friend of mine who helped me write up a small backstory to this pic.
And yes, she's wearing a galaxy as a dress~
"No, Darling. I said it's value had only three million ZEROS. Seriously, it's not that much, I'd would've thought your banks would be much larger to hold such a meager amount of money."
Through Galactic trading on a scale that’s never been done before, Miss Galaxy has quickly become one of the richest people in the entire universe. She may even be the richest, but this remains unknown as she earns money and assets faster than people can count it. She owns more planets than she can remember, spaceships that match them in size and entire star systems have her name on it. Each outfit she wears, each meal she eats and each piece of jewellery she adorns herself with is worth more wealth than most civilized planets contain.
Though it seems that earning too much money can bring unforeseen problems with it.
Though various deals, planet wide shopping sprees and sold assets she has been left with a pile of spare change that she has no place for. Any bank that tries to hold it ends up spending weeks upon weeks of counting the pile of money to see what value it holds, before their machinery crashes and burns out completely, unable to handle such high numbers and sums.
At this point the growing pile of pocket change is getting in the way, and she would almost consider just dumping it out into space if she didn’t hate to see good money get wasted. So instead, she found the next best thing besides tossing it out.
She found you, someone picked completely randomly. To a woman like her, you are nothing more than a peasant, someone you carelessly donate some small change too without even thinking as you move on. Of course, the amount she is casually giving away to get rid of, is more than you could ever spend in a million lifetimes. Without much of a reason she hands over the mind-bending pile of cash, making it clear that she wants nothing in return. If you wish, you can worship and praise her all you desire, but to her you were just an easy way to get rid of some unneeded cash.
"Yes, my spare change would over-inflate your currency over a sextillion times over, but I'd rather ruin a planets economy then let even an insignificant portion of my money go to waste." She tells you before strutting off, already eager to have another star-sized diamond crafted in her image to pass the time.
-If it's not obvious now, I have a thing for very over-the-top wealth and luxury. Been working on this piece for while, but had a hard time articulating the absurdly ostentatious wealth of a noble who trades on a galactic level.
Huge thanks to a wonderful, dear friend of mine who helped me write up a small backstory to this pic.
And yes, she's wearing a galaxy as a dress~
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Holy... really?
Just giving all that money to a DRAGONESS?
SWEET.
Just giving all that money to a DRAGONESS?
SWEET.
Hehe, silly! XP I'm sure you're gonna enjoy all that leftover gold XP
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