The Last Knight

Ch. 4: Liquid Courage

10/27/2022: Edited & reposted 

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When you and Kylo approached the lively castle, there were a few people out in the ornate gardens stumbling around, some dancing very badly to the music that was coming through the open windows. Sparkling fairy lights and pastel flowers were strategically placed throughout the grounds, giving the atmosphere a magical ambiance. Burly guards stood in front of the huge wooden door at the entrance, looking purely bored as they watched the drunk guests make fools of themselves. For a moment, as you walked through the garden of twinkling lanterns and garlands, you imagined yourself in another life entirely. You felt like a child for thinking it, but... you felt like some kind of princess.

You adjusted an earpiece so you'd be able to communicate with Kylo before you took a deep breath and marched up to the door, swaying your hips. Maybe pretending to be a princess would give you the confidence to get through this mission, especially after Kylo had basically told you that you were only here because of your body. Your master stood back as you placed your hand gently on one of the guards' biceps. He smelled like sweat and rain. "Excuse me, Sir?" You batted your eye lashes, "I'm looking for the host of this fine party. I've been sent to give him a little gift—if you know what I mean." You winked.

The guard simply looked at his partner and shrugged before paging someone through his communicator.

A few moments later, a large Neimoidian man dressed in red satin robes made his way to the door, his golden cat-like eyes contrasting starkly with his grayish skin. "Who said something about a present?" He grumbled in a deep voice, sloshing wine around in a large glass. His matching satin headpiece fell lopsided with the movement, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Um, that would be me." You waved slyly. "I've been hired to help you... celebrate to the fullest." You twirled a strand of curled hair around a finger and bit your lip, suddenly feeling a surge of confidence. At least if you had to do this, you were doing it well.

He licked his lips as he stepped forward and placed his hand roughly on your shoulder. "Who's he?" He nodded past you at Kylo, skulking in the shadows.

"Oh, don't mind him." You took his hand off your shoulder and laced your fingers through his huge, meaty ones. "He's just my driver. He's socially awkward." You smirked at your own joke, finding a sense of satisfaction that he couldn't get angry with you or he'd give away your cover.

With that, you were in. It was much simpler than you thought. You allowed the sleazy man, Yazdorin, to lead you through the celebration. As you walked, his large, sweaty hand wasted no time trailing from your lower back and to cup your ass.

Okay, now this wasn't what you signed up for.

Kylo immediately strayed away to look for the saber once inside, and you prayed he would be quick. Surely, he wouldn't expect you to actually sleep with this guy. You weren't about to lose your virginity during a mission for the First Order. Sure, you may have pledged your life to them, but you had some standards.

While you may not frequent the pleasure houses with your companions, you had at least attempted romantic pursuits... You just tended to have really, really bad luck. First, there was the Tie Fighter pilot that you had met at one of the meal stations on Starkiller. He was extremely charming, but he had conveniently forgotten to mention he had a family back on Coruscant. His wife and son had left him an adorable holographic goodnight message that was waiting for him when you'd gotten to his room. Then, there was the engineer that came to fix the control panel that Ap'lek had accidentally blasted apart. He had asked you on several dates, but something had always come up with training or the Knights. Last you heard, he had been stationed at a different base.