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[Shebi Ajava (mask of Shebi Ajava)]

"Would you rather have it someplace visible?", Ajava asked in a playful tone.

Shebi Ajava

[Senator Zalyass al-Chak'zya Azara-ya]

Now that was just mean. It only made Zalyass even more flustered.

"But... I... Well. I guess you do have a point... I'm not sure if I could handle getting a tattoo there, though. Plus, I wouldn't have any idea of what to get..."

Zalyass fidgeted around with her hair for a couple of moments as she tried to regain her composure. She then realized that this wasn't going to happen.

"I.. think I need a drink..."

[Shebi Ajava (mask of Shebi Ajava)]

Ajava stood up, and sat down on the other couch, next to Zalyass. She grabbed the azaryan senator at the hips, and simply pulled the woman onto her lap without much ceremony. With inhuman strength, the veolian woman held the senator in place with a single hand, while she grabbed Zalyass left knee and pulled it over her legs. Her grip wasn't painful, but it left little doubt about who had the final say in how Zalyass would end up.

After pulling Zalyass left knee onto the couch, Ajava did the same to the other leg. During this rather forceful manoeuvre, the one-piece dress rode up a little. In the end, Zalyass sat facing Ajava, straddling the veolians legs. Ajava released her strong grip, and instead placed her hands on Zalyass hips, applying just enough pressure to make sure she couldn't jump away easily.

Instead of saying anything, Ajava simply looked into Zalyass' eyes to see her reaction.
Shebi Ajava

[Senator Zalyass al-Chak'zya Azara-ya]

Before Zalyass realized what was going on, Ajava had already pulled her on top and was forcing her into this rather intimate position. Zalyass didn't really protest apart from a short yelp as she was pulled onto Ajava's lap, but that was mostly because she realized she wouldn't be able to put op a fight even if she wanted to.

Okay, now she was apparently straddled on top of Ajava... This didn't exactly help her with needing a drink. If anything, she needed one even more now. Then there was Ajava just looking at her, as if she expected her to do something. For a short while, Zalyass just blinked at Ajava, her face a dark red.

"So.. ehm..."

As she felt Ajava's clothes rub onto the inside of her thighs, she became even more aware of the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear, which resulted in even more stuttering.

[Shebi Ajava (mask of Shebi Ajava)]

"Zalyass, you will have to choose between one of those two places. You already accepted my protection, and promised to do everything I told you to. But if you are nothing but uncertain, I have little use for you... Accept that your life is changed, and allow me to help you."

"So stop being the uncertain drone you were before you met me, and start acting like someone who has the influence and power of a Jedi at her beck and call. Even if that makes you uncomfortable, I assure you that the result will be to your liking."

Shebi Ajava

[Senator Zalyass al-Chak'zya Azara-ya]

"I... Well..."

Zalyass felt rather helpless right now. If she had this many problems already, why was she going along with this plan of Ajava? Or maybe she would feel better if she would just give in and not question herself or Ajava...

"Alright then, but I don't think I'm ready to get a tattoo.. down there.. yet, so my chest it'll be, okay?"

With that out of the way, this still left her rather firmly straddling Ajava with not a clue of what to do next. Then, without knowing why, she decided to put a hand on Ajava's shoulder.

"I.. will try to change... I guess I will need all the help I can get though."

[Shebi Ajava (mask of Shebi Ajava)]

Ajava was pleasantly surprised by the hand on her shoulder. She didn't really want to pressure Zalyass into anything, but this at least seemed to be some progress.

"If you want it on your chest, that is where it will go. That is much more visible to others, so you might have to answer some questions about it... Down there would be much more private, would you be ready for it if I would place the tattoo, instead of someone else?", Ajava's tone of voice was friendly, and a little concerned.

While Zalyass thought about it, Ajava shifted her hands a little, so she could more easily pull Zalyass hips, and with them Zalyass herself, closer if she wanted to.

Shebi Ajava

[Senator Zalyass al-Chak'zya Azara-ya]

Zalyass shook her head. She had actually thought about this. Having to answer questions sounded like a much better plan than the alternative.

"No, I really don't think I could do that. If I really have to, I can actually tell people the truth... That I got the tattoo to remember that I have been suffering, but no longer am. That I have found new strength. I wasn't planning on putting the tattoo too high up either actually."

That way it wouldn't feel like her genitals were branded by someone else's ownership mark. Even though getting the tattoo while getting rid of the scars sounded like a perfectly reasonable idea, Zalyass still somewhat thought of it like that. Even so, along that line that would mean Ajava would own her... Heart?

That realization was worth another blush as Zalyass looked down at Ajava. This was all so confusing that she couldn't make sense of her own emotions anymore. She really did not know how to deal with all of this positive and positive-in-a-twisted-way attention....

[Shebi Ajava (mask of Shebi Ajava)]

Ajava was not in a hurry to release the senator. She did not expect the senator to do anything more than sit there, but even that was already a luxury compared to her life at the temple. After a long moment of silence Ajava released her strong grip on the senator's hips, and shifted her hands to the azaryan's waist. Ajava enjoyed the physical presence for a few more moments, before gently pushing the senator back on to the couch.

"You are clever when you want to be", Ajava said softly. "I'm lucky I found you."

And with that, she went to get a glass of water for Zalyass.
Shebi Ajava

[Senator Zalyass al-Chak'zya Azara-ya]

Zalyass hadn't expected to be released so quickly actually. She was still really having a hard time figuring out Ajava's intentions. Every single time Zalyass thought Ajava was going to do something to her, she had suddenly stopped. Even with all of that, she actually felt kind of happy when Ajava sort-of praised her.

As Ajava walked off to grab Zalyass something to drink, she used the time to get herself to terms with the fact that she was getting a tattoo. At least she seemed to have convinced Ajava that her chest was a better spot for a tattoo...

"T-Thank you. I guess I should feel lucky for having you find me as well.."

[Shebi Ajava (mask of Shebi Ajava)]

"The alternative was being with that zabrak....", Ajava let the sentence hang as she handed the water to Zalyass. She guessed that the azaryan woman was well aware of the implications of that alternative.

Ajava silently waited for Zalyass to finish her drink.

"Now then. We only have the evening left together", she said with a smile, "We have a few things left to do. You'll have to try out some of the underwear I bought you, we'll have to activate the secure transmitters, and we'll have to decide when we meet again to discuss your progress."
Shebi Ajava

[Senator Zalyass al-Chak'zya Azara-ya]

"Don't remind me..."

Zalyass sighed as she accepted the glass of water and took a sip. She had actually meant a different kind of drink, but Zalyass figured she was not allowed to drink right now. At least with the Zabrak she would have known for sure that it would have ended badly. With Ajava however...

Then Zalyass realized she was looking at Ajava just a tad bit too long. Fortunately Ajava then mentioned the underwear. Zalyass figured that it would prove to be a good distraction from this. It was not like posing in underwear was anything remotely as bad as what that Zabrak would have done...

"I wouldn't mind trying the underwear first."

Okay, that might have gotten out a slight bit too eager.

[Shebi Ajava (mask of Shebi Ajava)]

Ajava didn't miss the lingering look of Zalyass, she just didn't know what to make of it. The azaryan girl seemed both naive at times and then suddenly very calculating with her attentions.

"Let's move to the bedroom for that", Ajava said as she grabs the boxes from the table.

In the bedroom, she opens the boxes, and selected several sets of underwear. Each set was a matching pair of top and bottom. Several of the sets are made of a very thin artificial fabric featuring a simple yet elegant design, while other sets featured more elaborate lace borders. All sets had two things in common: the articles were always very thin and wouldn't show through the dresses and while they didn't have any labels with brands it was clear from the fabric and finishing that these were very expensive.

After two minutes of Ajava arranging and rearranging the sets, she steps back. On the bed were five sets of different styles and colours, and the three boxes contained yet more.

"I didn't exactly know what would look best on you, Zalyass. So I bought sets in five different themes. You'll have to model them to get an idea of which you like best."
Shebi Ajava

[Senator Zalyass al-Chak'zya Azara-ya]

Well Ajava didn't seem to care too much about her stare, so everything was alright in Zalyass' world. She followed Ajava into the bedroom and spent the next five minutes staring at her new underwear. That stuff must have cost a fortune.

Which is pretty weird considering it was really very little fabric... Zalyass herself was more of a simple-and-functional kind of person when it came to her undergarments. Fortunately, previous experiences with Ajava's tastes (well, one) had already somewhat prepared her for this.

"I.. Guess I should try them on then."

She clearly still felt somewhat uncomfortable as she undressed and put on the first set of underwear, the one that was the least daring. Once she was finished, she turned towards Ajava, trying her best to avoid her own gaze in the mirror.

"W-well? How is it?"

[Shebi Ajava (mask of Shebi Ajava)]

Ajava looked at Zalyass. As the veolian culture doesn't really incorporate underwear in everyday clothing styles, she found it difficult to judge the set.

"I think it's bland", Ajava stepped around Zalyass, "This doesn't do you justice."
Shebi Ajava

[Senator Zalyass al-Chak'zya Azara-ya]

Bland? Was she kidding? This was already much more extravert than she usually wore. Zalyass looked up at Ajava and immediately came tot the conclusion that she was not kidding at all..

Zalyass did not say a word, but the look in her eyes should tell Ajava plenty. She knew where this was going. Now Zalyass figured she could just play dumb and try on the sets one by one, but she knew that she would probably just end up with the most complex and lace-adorned outfit of them all. Why had she even bothered with this one? She undressed and then picked the most extreme outfit Ajava had bought.

Once she finished putting on the set, she once again turned to look at Ajava.

"Well, how about this one, then?"

Zalyass' tone was one of resignation to her fate. Maybe the sudden change would be for the better anyway.

[Shebi Ajava (mask of Shebi Ajava)]

Zalyass remark did not appear to go over well with Ajava. The veolian woman stepped closer to the azaryan as her expression turned dark.

"Do you really think that I bought all these sets just to tell you to wear this one?", her voice sounded cold as she walked around Zalyass to stand behind her. Ajava wraps her arms around the woman's body, with one hand she grabs Zalyass' throat, while she places her other hand on the azaryan's belly.

Emphasizing her statement by slowly lowering the hand on Zalyass' belly, Ajava's voice remained cold as she spoke. "Do you think that, if I just wanted you as a plaything that I would go through all the trouble of letting you choose?"

Ajava paused, her grip on Zalyass body unrelenting, while she waited for an answer. Zalyass felt a slight telepathic presence emanating from Ajava, this felt different than before. Where previously it felt uncontrolled, this felt cold and threatening with an undertone of desire. From the way Ajava waited for an answer, the senator's next actions might very well determine what Zalyass really was to Ajava.
Shebi Ajava

[Senator Zalyass al-Chak'zya Azara-ya]

Panic.

No, don't panic. Panic is usually a really bad adviser. What the heck had she done wrong? Think.

"N-no. N-not like that."

Though she had to admit that the thought of Ajava thinking of her as a plaything had run through her mind. Zalyass hadn't been able to fit some of Ajava's choice in that particular viewpoint though. This, however, was not a moment to agree with Ajava. Zalyass had to choose her next words wisely. Very wisely.

Now if only she could think clearly. The hand gripping on her throat made her feel claustrophobic and was not at all helping in explaining her actions.

"Y-you are trying to change me, right? By pushing me out of my comfort zone... Right?"

Zalyass swallowed, she could not see the expression on Ajava's face, but she could somehow feel her anger pressing down on her like a massive weight. One wrong word and Zalyass feared she would have been better off with the Zabrak after all...

"Well, this definitely does just that. Women with a lot of self-esteem usually wear these things, right? So they say at least. I.. I thought I might as well..."

This was about as much as Zalyass could manage as the panic started to creep in. This would have to be enough as an explanation. If it weren't, well, Zalyass couldn't even start to think of what Ajava would do to her.

[Shebi Ajava (mask of Shebi Ajava)]

Ajava let go of Zalyass' throat and pulled her hand back only to subtly snake it over Zalyass body just under her breasts. She took a deep breath, and slowly let it out as she pressed herself to the azaryan's back.

"That was very good, Zalyass", she said in a friendly and soft voice. "I am happy that you are starting to think about this."

"You are free to wear whatever kind of underwear you want to wear. You asked for my opinion, and I told you that what you were wearing didn't do you justice.", Zalyass almost didn't notice the movement of the two blue hands. Only felt by Zalyass as the lightest of touches, Ajava had moved her hands, one a little further down, one a little further up, ending up in a distinctly intimate embrace. "Because you are pretty, and shouldn't forget it.", Ajava's voice was warm and joyful.

After holding the Azaryan woman like that in silence for a moment, the veolian let go.

"Try the different styles. Look at yourself in the mirror, and determine what makes you feel best. Don't try to find the style that makes you feel secure, and don't try to find the style that you think others will find the sexiest. Just find the one you feel best with.", Ajava said as she stood in the door.

"When you have found the underwear that makes you feel new and refreshed, show it to me in the living room."

With that, Ajava walked back to the living room, hoping that Zalyass understood why she had to choose a new style.
Shebi Ajava

[Senator Zalyass al-Chak'zya Azara-ya]

Zalyass was way too stressed out to even properly notice Ajava placing her hands in some rather inappropriate spots. Well she did notice, but too relieved by Ajava returning to normal that she did not really respond to it. For a bit, she even leaned back against Ajava to relieve her shaking legs for a bit. She only had the energy to nod at Ajava's remarks.

After Ajava left, the first thing Zalyass did was fall down on the bed face first. It was clear that Ajava had her fair share of problems as well. From now on she had to keep in mind not to assume things and take shortcuts even if her assumptions were true.

Zalyass wanted to cry.

But she really didn't have time for that. Ajava was waiting for her in the other room and she still had some underwear to try out. After she had finished changing back into the first set, Zalyass noticed that even with this simple one, she had trouble looking at herself in the mirror. This feeling got progressively worse with the more fancy and intricate sets.

With the final set, the one she had tried wearing as a 'shortcut' to this exercise, Zalyass really had difficulty not looking away from the mirror. Still, she did notice that - in contrast with the other sets - she was actually blushing a bit. When she managed to take another look in the mirror, she realized that this was actually looking somewhat good on that person in the mirror. Zalyass sighed.

"None of this stuff is really 'me', is it. None of these make me feel 'new and refreshed' or stuff like that. I guess I might as well still get this over with as soon as possible. I just hope that she doesn't flip out again. What do you think? The color isn't that bad either."

Silly Zalyass, reflections don't talk back...

And so, Zalyass left the bedchamber wearing the same outfit Ajava had left her in, accompanied by a blush on her cheeks.

[Shebi Ajava (mask of Shebi Ajava)]

Ajava had been busy unpacking the secure transmitters while Zalyass selected her underwear. As it was, she had just placed by transmitters on the small table near the couches when Zalyass entered the room.

"Zaly...", looking up, Ajava was stunned into silence. Her gaze not roaming over the azaryan's body is it normally did, but looking at Zalyass' face, eyes locked. Not expecting the azaryan to have such a strong effect on her, she quickly regained her composure.

"You look very lifely in that, Zalyass. Go wear one of your dresses with it, I'm sure it'll feel better. Afterwards we'll initialize the secure transmitters."
Shebi Ajava

[Senator Zalyass al-Chak'zya Azara-ya]

Zalyass noted Ajava's abrupt silence and for a short while feared she would become aggressive once again. She quickly realized that this was not the case, though Zalyass was left wondering why Ajava's gaze had remained locked with hers and had not been wandering off to various parts of her body like it had the previous times.

That and she was apparently allowed to wear a normal amount of clothing now, which made her rather happy as well. After putting on yet a different set of clothes (a set that was a lot less daring than the dress she had to put on in a hurry when Ajava had returned from her shopping, but still made of a lot less cloth then she was used to), Zalyass felt herself relax a bit more. As she walked back to Ajava, Zalyass spun around once to make the dress whirl around her. Maybe she could get used to this. Eventually. Zalyass looked at Ajava to see her response.

"Well?"

Zalyass waited for Ajava's reply before continuing towards the table where Ajava had put the transmitters.

"So, how are we going to do this exactly?"

[Shebi Ajava (mask of Shebi Ajava)]

"You look very good in that. Especially with the blush", Ajava seemed to be back to at least eyeing the azaryan's body as she did before. "But we should be doing other things.", Ajava motioned her to come to the table.

She pointed at the two transmitters. "These are a pair of secture transmitters. Once they are initialised, any message sent with this will only be readable by the other. They have two uses: they can send, receive and store messages directly if both are on the same planet, or you can use them as a relay before you send your message through the holonet. Others can seen that you sent a message, but they won't be able to read it. Unless they steal the identification crystals."

"What we need to do is initialise the identification crystals, so I'll need two drops of blood from you.", Ajava explained while she took two crystals out of the transmitters and placed them in a small device that featured a sharp needle.
Shebi Ajava

[Senator Zalyass al-Chak'zya Azara-ya]

Zalyass didn't really have much experience with these secure transmitters, but she knew about the way they were linked to a single person so she wasn't too hesitant when Ajava asked her for a few drops of blood. She placed her finger in the device and waited for the needle to do its job before pulling her hand back. As the needle punctured her skin, Zalyass winced slightly.

"I always hate these kinds of devices, don't you?" Zalyass asked as she licked another droplet of blood from her finger. "Though I guess this way is secure..."

[Shebi Ajava (mask of Shebi Ajava)]

Ajava shrugged as she simply placed her finger on the machine and didn't so much as blink when the machine did its job. "Not really, it is a simple matter of ignoring the pain", she replied as she wiped her finger clean with a piece of gauze.

The machine started to hum a little, while small sparks were jolted through the crystals.

"This is definitely secure, as long as you don't lose the identification crystal", continued Ajava. The machine whirred and hummed for another ten seconds, after which it beeped once. Ajava then places the crystals back in the transmitters. "So I advice you not to lose the transmitter or the crystal.", she says while handing one of the transmitters to Zalyass.

"Go and place that with your other stuff and think about when you want to see me again while I'll make you some tea."
Shebi Ajava