Author's Notes: I hope I didn't overdo it in this chapter…but once again I'm totally evil to Obi-Wan and put him in very uncomfortable situations. Oh and NSFW WARNING! There is NUDITY in this particular chapter but nothing sexual. Still Rated T for the kiddies!

Kind of ;D

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"Obi-Wan, do you copy me? Obi-Wan?" Anakin hissed into his comlink for the fourth time but again received no response. He glanced at the lavatory mirror in front of him and shook his head at his reflection before mumbling:

"Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"

He hadn't been able to contact Rex either but tried fruitlessly contacting Obi-wan a few more times before giving up entirely. Slipping the comlink back into pouch on his belt, he quickly looked at his reflection again and pushed back stray pieces of hair behind his ears.

One had to look their best for the Zygerrian Queen.

Anakin then exited the washroom and walked into the lavish hallway of the Zygerrian palace. Even though, he hadn't been able to contact anyone, he was relieved that no one had followed him to the bathroom, which gave Anakin the confidence that the Queen trusted him.

A smirk spread across Anakin's face. At least he had a good feeling about that.

After navigating his way back to hallway where the open garden balcony was located, he spotted Ahsoka and immediately walked towards her. She stood near the entrance outside the balcony with a wine pitcher in hand. Clearly, she was not enjoying servitude as she wore quite the painful grimace on her face.

Anakin also grimaced. He hated seeing his padawan in such discomfort since he knew that feeling all too well. Slavery was something one could not fully understand until they experience it and he didn't wish that on anyone, especially on his padawan. He was beginning to regret bringing her on this mission.

He took a deep breath to calm himself before approaching her. They weren't able to talk directly as eyes were always on them, so they were limited to quickly say something as they walked by each other. However, right as Anakin was about to step outside, the Prime Minster, Atai Molec appeared and blocked the entrance.

"Excuse me," Anakin chided in not a particularly friendly voice. Anakin's "magnetic charm" hadn't worked on Atai, but luckily he wasn't the one he was trying to win over.

Atai didn't move and only regarded him with suspicion before snarling,

"It is strange. You haven't touched your drink..." He gestured outside to Anakin's full wine glass that he left on the low table. "…but yet you insinuated you had a full bladder."

Anakin found that to be a creepy observation, and apparently, so did Queen Miraj Scintel when she stood up from the patio couch a few feet away and proclaimed, "Atai! It's just plain rude to inquiry about a guest's bathroom habits!"

"And just plain weird," Anakin added dismissively, walking past him to meet her.

Queen Miraj put her left hand on her hip, purposely trying to accentuate her curves in her form fitting dress. She held out her other hand for Anakin to take.

Miraj could care less right now if Lars was a shady character; she was only after one thing and was determined to get it from him.

Anakin quickly glanced over his shoulder at Ahsoka and flashed her a look of worry before he took Miraj's hand, which he kissed tenderly.

Ahsoka wrinkled her nose firstly in concern then disgust. Concern, because she was worried something had gone awry in the plan. Disgust, because watching Anakin and Miraj flirt was puke worthy to her.

"It is my job to observe such things," Atai responded irritably. He also found Miraj's and Anakin's flirting disgusting. "For your majesty's protection."

"Lars saved my life earlier today," Queen Miraj reminded him. "So I think he has earned our trust for now, wouldn't you say?"

"Yes, your majesty," Atai grumbled, placing himself back at the entrance. He crossed his arms indignantly. He knew something was suspicious about 'Lars' and he was going to find out sooner or later.

"But he is right, you haven't touched your drink," Queen Miraj pointed out. She sat back down on the patio couch and rubbed the space next to her, inviting him to sit next to her. "Do you not like the taste?"

Anakin took the seat and smiled bashfully. "No it's not that your majesty. I just don't want to drink too fast and become intoxicated in front of you."

Miraj sniggered amusedly. "You don't have to worry about that..." She lightly stroked the side of his face before clutching his chin.

Anakin froze and cringed a little when she brought her lips to his ear and whispered, "…honesty always seems to pour out as the drinks are poured."

Without warning, she then leaned forward like she was going to kiss him but Anakin shook his head out her grip and chuckled, "No, no I don't want to say something improper to a Queen!"

Miraj chuckled low again. She picked up the glass and gave it to him. "Well now I'm curious. Drink. Your Queen commands you. "

Anakin knew he had no choice now and took a big gulp, hoping that would suffice. Though, it appeared Miraj would be satisfied until he swallowed it all. Her hungry dark eyes stared longingly at his bobbing Adams apple as he drank.

Anakin feared she was going to try to kiss him again after he finished his glass. She was not very subtle about what she wanted. He closed his eyes, wanting to get it over with, but the image of Padme immediately flashed through his mind.

I'm sorry Padme, but I'll blow my cover if I don't—

However, the touch of her lips never met his when Ahsoka abruptly (and thankfully) intervened. "More wine, Master?"

She deliberately stepped in between them and filled Anakin's cup up with the pitcher. Miraj looked highly irritated but didn't say anything and held her glass up for Ahsoka too.

Anakin silently thanked Ahsoka. He was now desperate to find the location of the missing Togruta colony because kissing the Queen seemed inevitable if he continued spending time with her.

Ahsoka tried not to grin at Miraj's disappointment as she poured liquid into her cup. Her lips curved a bit but dropped back down when something caught her eye from below the balcony into the streets. A slave was putting up a quite a struggle with the guards, while he was being led away and he looked very familiar.

Rex?

Ahsoka almost over poured the Queen's cup with this newfound information. She had to tell Anakin, so she quickly whispered, "look down" before walking back to her post.

However, Atai saw her and immediately asked loudly, "Lars, what are you and your slave always whispering about? You two are always giving each other peculiar looks."

The Queen looked interested in the answer to that question as well. Apparently, they weren't as subtle as they thought there were.

"Uhh…she has grown attached to me!" Anakin quickly made up. He laughed heartily like it cute and endearing. "She is afraid when I finally leave her. She begs me not to leave her!"

Ahsoka held the urge the to roll her eyes.

"That's a good trait to have in a slave!" Miraj emphasized, approvingly "Attachment is a powerful tool to control others to your will."

You don't have to tell me that twice, Anakin thought with the Jedi teachings on his mind.

Miraj moved her body close to Anakin again and ran a hand down his shoulder. "…but maybe you won't have to leave…"

This time Ahsoka made a gagging face. She honestly couldn't stand another second listening to Miraj.

I'd rather be an actual slave to a Hutt then listen to this mewling cat-faced—

Though, Ahsoka froze when she noticed Atai watching her. Luckily for her, he didn't say or do anything to reprimand her and that was because he wholeheartedly agreed with her.

Instead, Atai smiled at her, which made Ahsoka want to puke for real.

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"Master Jedi…we meet again."

The venom in the word 'Jedi' couldn't have sound more poisonous when it escaped through the plump black lips of certain dark assassin.

"Ventress." Obi-wan greeted back before letting his robe drop to the ground. He then removed his lightsaber from his belt and activated it. The blue glow illuminated the dark room, but it still gave him no clue where they exactly were.

Two red beams also lit up the black void when Ventress produced her lightsabers. A mocking smirk spread across her face before she let her black robe drop to the ground too.

Obi-wan's eyes widened, completely flabbergasted by what he saw. She was not wearing her usually kind of garments underneath her robe. No, instead all that clung to her body was a…black metal bikini?

Ventress was known to wear figure-hugging outfits in the past but never anything like this. Her pale skin almost seemed to glow alluringly. Obi-wan wasn't be sure if she was wearing it on purpose to throw him off, but if so it was definitely working.

"Darling, did you wear that just for me?" Obi-wan snickered. He couldn't resist making a comment. How could he not? She would do the same to him.

"JEDI FOOL!" Ventress bellowed using the force to jump off the ground to fly towards him, lightsabers pointed straight at his heart.

Obi-wan easily dodged the attack before centering himself with the force with Form III to anticipate her movements. He blocked another swing she threw at his neck.

He noticed Ventress was fighting like something was weighing her down and right as he thought that chains appeared around her wrists and ankles. A collar also appeared out of nowhere around her throat.

It then occurred to Obi-wan she was dressed like a slave.

"Can't you see what the darkside has done to you?" Obi-wan shouted as they clashed blades together. Sparks flew dramatically around them. "You have become a slave because of it!" The irony was painful.

"You should talk!" Ventress snarled, shifting her lightsabers horizontally against his. She then elbowed him in the face before he could react.

Obi-wan quickly backed away and shook his head out, while taking a defensive stance. She did too and they began to slowly circle around each other.

"You're a slave too," Ventress jeered, pointing one of her lightsabers at him. Chains then suddenly appeared on him too but they were heavier and bulkier. It almost forced him to his knees.

"A slave to the Republic. Slave to the Jedi. Slave to fate!" Ventress laughed cruelly at him as he frantically tried cut the chains off him.

Obi-wan let out a piercing roar when he broke free of the chains and used the force to trip Ventress over with her own ankle chains. He then force pulled the lightsabers out of her hands and flung them into the endless void around them.

Ventress sat up and tried scooting away from his lightsaber at her throat. She genuinely looked frightened. An expression Obi-wan had never seen her display on her exquisite face before.

"Master! I need your help quickly...I'm surrounded!" She whimpered like an injured dog.

Obi-wan raised an eyebrow, but ignored her irrelevant statement. "Do you surrender? I'll speak on your behalf favorably if come in quietly—

"NO! I will destroy the Jedi! I'll show you!"

"Well you aren't do a very good job, now are you, my dear?" Obi-wan sneered harshly.

Ventress's lip trembled, and oddly, tears began to form in her icy blue eyes. Obi-Wan raised eyebrow again at her strange behavior but then with no warning whatsoever, she abruptly burst out crying. Loudly. It wasn't even crying. It was hysterical bawling and wailing.

Obi-wan wavered in disbelief. Never in a million light years, NO, billion light years did he think he would see Ventress cry. It was very unnerving and uncomfortable.

"No need to cry…uh I won't let anyone hurt you…" Obi-wan tried reasoning with her. He didn't know why he was trying to comfort her. She was his enemy for crying out loud, but he just wanted her stop. Seeing her like this was too bizarre and personal for his taste. "I promise you, you will get a fair trial—

Obi-wan was cut off when Ventress started sobbing so hard that her tears were spraying out of her face like a high-powered hose. She then stood up and aimed her tear stream in his direction. He tried blocking it with his lightsaber but her tears were so powerful that they extinguished his lightsaber.

Obi-Wan was almost knocked off his feet when her tears hit his body. They were surprisingly hot too. So hot it burned his skin raw. He couldn't even move out of the way either when chains appeared again around his wrists and were pulled up above his head, locking him into place. All he could was holler and twist in pain as her tears pulverized his body with a vigorous force.

Ventress laughed madly at his torment and then yelled in this startlingly booming manly voice. "Wake up SKUG!"

Obi-wan woke up howling as scorching hot water was sprayed all over his body. He instinctively tried to scramble away but slipped over his feet…yet didn't fall? Though, it soon became clear why he didn't fall since his hands were chained above his head. His wrists screamed in pain as he hung limply from the ceiling, but the burn on his shoulder hurt the most. It felt like his blistered skin was being stretched apart.

Standing up on his feet proved to be impossible since the continuous water stream body kept knocking him off balance. He couldn't even open his eyes and see what was going on because whoever was controlling the hose would spray it directly in his face. They were drowning him and there was nothing he could do but flail around and scream.

"STOP!" He heard a female voice abruptly yell over the pounding water. "You're just tormenting him! I have a job to do! Shan will not be happy!" And just like that the water flow was cut off.

Obi-wan gasped in relief and began coughing, spitting out water. A shiver went down his spine because even though the water had been boiling hot, the cold air bit at his body unmercifully and being soaking wet didn't help conserve any of his body heat.

However, he was finally able to open his eyes and stand up straight but stiffen when he noticed wasn't wearing any boots. Losing his boots became the least of his worries when he soon realized he wasn't wearing anything at all. He was naked.

He was completely naked.

Obi-wan felt like he was drowning again as all air seemed to evaporate from his lungs.

I'm still in my dream. I'm still in my dream. I'm still in my dream! Obi-wan told himself. He closed his eyes tight and hoped when he opened them he would be somewhere else. A number of curses ran through his head when his current predicament did not change after he reopened his eyes.

Obi-wan whipped his head around frantically, desperate to find a way out this situation, while hastily taking in the present setting. It appeared he was in a shower room, and it was absolutely disgusting. Mold covered the tiled walls and in the corner he swore he saw a rat scuttle into a hole. The floor suddenly felt very slimy underneath his bare feet.

He was beginning to wish he was back in that strange dream with Ventress, even if she continually stabbed him in the face with a lightsaber. Anywhere but here. ANYWHERE.

With clothes on PREFERABLE.

Obi-Wan then noticed two Zygerrian guards a few feet away hanging up the hose he assumed they had sprayed him with on the wall, while a green-skinned Twi'lek female yelled at them. Obi-wan couldn't even hear what they were saying. Everything around him seemed like a blur.

Focus focus! It's the end of the galaxy. You'll find a way out of this. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes again. He tried reaching out to the force but felt nothing. His mind was too wired and full of anxiety for him to concentration on anything.

He let out pained sigh but noticed nothing was pressing against his throat when he exhaled. The collar had been removed from his neck!

I suppose that's one good thing to come out of this…

However, Obi-wan immediately decided against the possibility of escape since he couldn't exactly blend into a crowd being NAKED. He would just have to wait. Hopefully, waiting would result in clothes.

"I don't need your help anymore!" the Twi'lek growled at the Zygerrians. "You chained him up already. That's all I needed you to do so leave! Just wait in the other room! You'll just get in the way!"

Obi-wan raised an eyebrow. He hadn't seen this Twi'lek before and wondered who she was. The teal pleated maxi dress she wore was a bit too fashionable for a slave. She had to be in her late fifties, still a very striking female nevertheless, but her lekkus did not reflect her age at all. Headtails on Twi'lek usually tend to shrivel up with old age, but hers didn't have a single wrinkle on them, which indicated she probably had cosmetic surgery on them. A slave would not be able to afford that.

Did she end up buying me?

"We're just doing our job too," the first Zygerrian guard hissed back, before they exited the open doorway. The second Zygerrian crudely hit her butt as he walked by like he had to prove he wasn't gay to her.

Maybe she is a slave…?

The Twi'lek scoffed and rolled her green eyes. She apparently had found that highly amusing, which only confused Obi-wan further on whether she was a slave or not. But before Obi-wan could ask her the many questions he had, she waved at somebody outside the shower room to come in. A blue-skinned Twi'lek girl then appeared into view. Her brown loose fitting tunic was very plain compared to the older Twi'lek's clothes. She was much younger too at least eighteen years old. The collar around her throat confirmed she was indeed a slave.

The Twi'lek girl also hauled in a portable bath caddy packed full of various kinds of bottles, soap, and shower brushes. She gave the caddy to the older Twi'lek and waited for further instructions.

Obi-Wan bit his lip anxiously, dreading what was to come out of this.

The older Twi'lek glanced at Obi-wan as she went through the caddy. "I'm sorry about that. Absolute brutes! I told Shan to send his own guards to chaperone."

Obi-wan didn't even comprehend what she had said. Embarrassment was the only thing on his mind. He tried crossing his thighs to preserve some modesty, however; neither of the Twi'leks seemed faze that he was naked. It was like they were used to it?

"Here." The older Twi'lek handed the girl a shower brush after she squirting bath gel on. "My goodness these washrooms here are disgusting! I can't stand to be here another minute—

"Excuse me but would you be so kind as to inform me what is going on?" Obi-wan finally spoke up, avoiding eye contact with her. He did look at the younger Twi'lek, who placed herself behind him, which made him very very nervous.

"It's okay we are just going to wash you," the older Twi'lek told him nonchalantly. "I'm Shelia and that's Asrai my assistant. And we are here to make you look presentable for Shan—

"Did you say Shan?" Obi-wan interrupted again. "Shan the Hutt?"

Shelia nodded before she went over to the wall and grabbed the retractable showerhead instead of the hose (thankfully) and adjusted the temperatures.

Well…at least I wasn't sold to that dreadful Zygerrian woman. He had a feeling he would have woke up naked too if he had been brought by her and that made him cringe.

"I know this is uncomfortable," Shelia crooned in a soothing voice, pulling him out of his thoughts. "But if you cooperative this will go by faster." She then turned on the water and drenched him in water again before she and Asrai began to scrub him front and back.

The water wasn't boiling hot this time, but he wasn't able to make a reply since he was just mortified by the fact that two complete stranger were washing him. He gritted his teeth and picked a corner of the shower to stare at, trying to distance his mind from this extreme awkward situation. Nothing in his Jedi training had prepared him for this.

Distancing his mind seemed to work though because Obi-wan suddenly felt drowsy and thought if he wasn't chained up and naked against his will this could be like he was at a spa. They were quite gentle and washed him in almost a massaging type manner. He almost felt no longer sore, just numb. And numb was nice, but that feeling soon went away when they started washing him in private areas.

His blue eyes widened.

Obi-wan didn't believe a person could die from humiliation but he swore for a second he felt his soul leave his body. Fortunately, it didn't last too long and he even had a moment to recuperate when Shelia went through the caddy again and ordered Arsai to hold the showerhead and rinse him.

You have experienced worst. You have experienced worst, Obi-Wan told himself over and over again but when he thought about it, he'd rather be tortured by the Zygerrians again.

It felt strangely more intimate when Shelia began exfoliating his face with a cleanser since he was forced to look at her. He watched her as she tenderly rubbed the acne scrub all over his face. She had very kind eyes but he still found it peculiar that the young Twi'lek wore a collar and she did not.

"We're almost done," Shelia reassured him, bending down to grab another bottle. "Just got to wash that pretty hair of yours!"

Obi-Wan did find it reassuring to hear that this torture was going to end.

She drowned his hair in shampoo, and again, the way she washed his hair felt like she was giving him a scalp massage. He wasn't sure if she was doing it on purpose to calm him but it was kind of working. BUT that didn't last long either since a new humiliating situation occurred when Arsai casually asked Shelia, "Aren't we suppose to shave him?"

Obi-wan felt his stomach drop.

"I only got instructions to shave his beard," Shelia shrugged. Though, she quickly stepped back and regarded his chest and downwards. "I mean human males are supposed to have body hair anyways."

Obi-wan's discomfiture was so intense, it apparently was radiating off his body since Shelia actually sensed it and whispered, "Oh sorry." She gave him an encouraging smile. "You have very nice hair though."

Obi-Wan made no reply and went back to staring at the corner of the shower again. He tried concentrating on regaining control of his emotions because they were everywhere.

After Obi-Wan's hair was shampooed and conditioned, Shelia took the showerhead from Asrai and ordered her to go get towels from the other room. She then rinsed Obi-wan off to get all the suds off him, while inspecting every part of his body, making sure he was totally washed and clean. It became uncomfortable and bit painful when she started poking at his injuries and old scars.

"My goodness you have a lot of scars!" Shelia exclaimed. Her hand went over the years of scars Obi-Wan had accumulated from various missions; lightsaber burns, stab wounds, and now currently whip marks. Some scars faded, some did not.

"I guess you didn't get along very well with your last Master."

"They aren't from a former master because I'm not a SLAVE!" Obi-wan snapped angrily, but immediately regretted saying that. So far Shelia had been the only one who had treated him with a little decency. She obviously was not responsibility for his imprisonment. Her poking him like an object had caused him to snap, but he tried smooth over his voice. "Forgive me that was rude but uh my job…has a lot occupation hazards…"

Shelia didn't seem to take offense to his outburst and only said, "Ohhhh. I should have known you're new to this."

Obi-wan wanted to ask what she meant by that but Asrai came back in with fluffy white towels. Shelia turned off the showerhead and hung it back on the wall. They both then began to dry him off and to Obi-wan's relief they wrapped a towel around his waist, giving him back a little modesty. He didn't say thank you out loud but it was clearly displayed in his eyes. Shelia, taken aback almost said 'you're welcome' but thought better of it. It was awkward on both parts but Obi-Wan didn't care, he felt so much better now that he wasn't completely naked and exposed.

He hated to admit but that whole experience had to be worse kind of torture and humiliation he had ever endured in his life. Being electrocuted or beaten to a pulp was nothing in comparison.

"What is your name by the way?"

Obi-Wan hesitated. For some reason he was surprised by that question Shelia had asked him. He wasn't sure if he should reveal his name but at this point it didn't really seemed to matter anymore.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi…"

"Obi-Wan Kenobi…" She repeated like she was rolling the words in her mouth as if she deciding if she liked the taste or not. "I like it! It fits you but is that your real name or did you just make that up?"

"Umm—

"Obi-Wan, do you mind if I turn you around?" Shelia asked, not waiting for an answer as she turned the swivel chair around so he was no longer facing the vanity mirror. "I just love doing a big reveal in the end! You are going to look the best you have ever looked in your life! I guarantee it!" She ran her fingers through his damp hair. "Though, I'm still deciding how I should cut your hair…but first let's shave that beard of yours first!"

Obi-wan quietly grumbled. Though, he was in a better mood now since he was no longer chained up in that disgusting shower.

After being showered, Shelia ordered the guards back in and had them move him into what appeared a dressing room. The thought of escape did cross Obi-Wan's mind when they unchained him but as soon the chains came loosened, he almost fell flat on his face. His arms were unbelievably stiff to the point he could barely move. Obi-Wan had to put the majority of his weight on the guards when they carried him out. He was not ready or strong enough to attempt a great getaway.

Shelia then shooed the guards away after they strapped him to the chair. She looked very excited to give him a makeover as she went through her beauty supplies she had spread out on the counter. Every beauty product known to human and alien was on that counter. However, to Obi-wan's disdain, she reached for the razor trimmer first.

"Don't worry it will grow back! That's the great thing about human hair!" Shelia beamed upliftingly. She trimmed his beard down first as Asrai speedily wiped the discard hair off him with a shave brush.

It wasn't like Obi-Wan was emotionally attached to his beard but it was disheartening to see it literally fall off face. It would be different if he were personally shaving it off WILLINGLY; however, it was being shaved against his will.

Shelia then spread shaving cream all over his now trimmed beard, mustache, and sideburns. "You know, if it makes you feel better everyone else I worked on before you loved their new looks!" Apparently, his Jedi stoic demeanor didn't seem fool her and could sense every emotion he tried to conceal.

Obi-wan blinked when it suddenly hit him. REX! He couldn't believe how self-absorbed he was in his own misery that he totally forgot about Rex!

"Wait who else? Whom else have you worked on? How many before me?"

How could I forget? Obi-wan shook his head in shame. Rex had tried recuse me!…how could I forget about him?

"Five girls before you," Shelia answered, wiping her hands off on a washcloth "A Twi'lek, Togruta, Theelin, Pantoran and a Zeltron. Shan brought one of each!" She laughed like that was funny.

Obi-wan did not find it funny and only continued to question her. "But no human males other than me?"

"No just you. I think you were the only human that they were selling today if I remember right…if Shan had brought another human I would have definitely known about that." She brought the razor to his face and carefully began to shave him.

Obi-wan silently cursed to himself. He debated on asking the guards, who stood at the back of the room but knew they wouldn't tell him anything.

I have to escape! Who knows what they are doing to Rex!

"Shan isn't that bad a Master," Shelia coolly mentioned, effortlessly swiping the razor above his lip.

Obi-Wan already didn't like Shan and nothing she was going to say was going to change his mind but he thought he would let her enlighten him at least.

"Shan is actually a very good master! He treats his slaves very well." She saw he wasn't convinced and exclaimed, "If you work hard, he'll reward you! I would consider him my mentor. He has been very good to me."

Obi-Wan only raised an eyebrow.

"Look how much he trusts me! I mean I no longer wear a collar. So if you gain his trust and work hard, he'll definitely give you more freedom."

Obi-Wan quickly glanced at Asari to his left, wondering what she thought about Shan but she wore no expression at all. She almost looked dead inside.

"How long have you been in service to Shan?"

"Oh my, that answer would reveal how old I am," Shelia giggled, nervously. Her voice unexpectedly got brittle. "…thirty-one years now."

"Thirty-one years…?" Obi-wan echoed in absolute horror.

She's been a slave for thirty-one years?!

"To Shan…I have actually been a slave since I was twenty." Her headtails seemed to twitch like she was remembering an unpleasant memory. "My masters before weren't as nice…so that's why I'm so grateful to Shan. He has done so much for me."

Her hand quivered against his cheek but before Obi-Wan could even formulate a response, she suddenly became upbeat again when she shaved the last bit of hair off his face.

"Speaking of age, you look ten years younger now! I can't believe it! It's amazing how hair changes the face so much!" She then rubbed astringent on his face, which burned but also felt refreshing.

"Can I see?" Obi-Wan asked curiously. It wasn't since his padawan years he had sported a clean-shaven look.

"Not yet…"

Shelia happily moved onto his hair and played with it for a minute before finally grabbing the scissors. A lot of hair seemed to fall down but she mostly was just trimming off the sides.

"You know, in my profession, one doesn't want to look younger," Obi-wan revealed, matter-of-factly.

"And what's that?"

Obi-wan glimpsed at the guards, remembering that was something he could not carelessly reveal like he did with his name.

"It's okay I understand," Shelia replied when he said nothing. "I don't like talking about my past much, brings up too much pain…" She became quiet again.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

"Oh no, it's not your fault!" Shelia assured him, patting his good shoulder. "But hey at least I'm doing what I love! I'm one of the best beauticians around! I can make anyone look their best. Any species! But not only do I get work on a wide variety of slaves, but I also have worked famous people like presidents, kings and queens! Something I probably could have never done when I was free."

Obi-wan wasn't sure what to say to that, but it was very clear to him now that her enthusiasm and cheer was some kind of defense mechanism. Slavery had taken a big toll on her.

He decided to stay silent for the remainder of the haircut, while she went on about what famous person she had the privilege to work on. She seemed happier that way.

"I think this the best haircut I have ever done!" Shelia declared after she finished blowing out and styling his hair. "But let me put on some eye liner…and eyeshadow on you before I turn you around."

Obi-wan moaned internally.

"Asrai, can you fetch me his new clothes?"

Thank the force! I'm finally getting some clothes! Obi-wan sighed in relief. His patience had finally paid off. Now maybe I can plot my escape…

Obi-wan didn't get to finish that thought since felt his face turn hot again in mortification when Asrai returned with his new outfit if one could even call it an outfit.

"Please tell me there is more clothes to go with that."

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