Rezalia purred as her pet and mate worshiped her body starting from the feet up. She knew there was a reason why she had picked him out form the rest of the males within his tribe. This one knew his place and took it in his stride with absolute pleasure and glee. She remembered plenty of her sisters that wasn't as lucky as her. She had heard stories of one named Ventress. Who was actually an apprenticed assassin to the Sith during the Clone Wars. An interesting time period that was. But this was a new era of the Galaxy...the Galactic Republic had fallen and given rise to the Empire...and that was swiftly crushed by rebels who reformed the Republic with greater and stricter rules. And the Jedi Consul was quickly reforming...but, when you had the Light...you also had the Dark.<br/><br/>It was a subtle force, it still didn't reveal itself yet...but those deeply connected to the Dark Side, such as the people on Rattak, they felt it. It was coming closer and closer as the years go by. And they were preparing for it...to take down the newly reformed Republic and seize the Galaxy with force.<br/><br/>She let out a pleasured sigh as she felt the bottom half of her ritual robe be pulled down, revealing bare legs and loins that was covered by a thin pale cloth. She knows that soon, these lowly robes would be replaced by finer, more appealing robes of a Night Assassin. She unhooked the light saber hilts and put them off to the side. The hilts were curved, offering easier swipes and more deadly arced attacks. And they were designed so she could attach them together and they could form a lethal twirling light saber staff that could easily end any opponent after a few dancing-like moves. So beautiful, so alluring...so deadly...It made her cringe sometimes to think that on one of her very first missions off of Rattak almost involved her being sold as a slave by a Hutt crime boss. That Hutt regretted that later on.<br/><br/>Her arousal could be scented as Jaezek came closer and closer to her loins. She smiled down at him she just let him do what he did best as she used her hands to take off the ritual garb on her head. It revealed a bald head, but it didn't take away her alluring nature. It even added to it as dark violet tattoos were inked on her pale scalp. When she tossed the garb to the side, her hands went to her mate's head. Feeling the horns that he did have on his scalp, like most males did. She took in a deep breath as she felt the ivory appendages and felt the smooth skin around them...urging onward, further an further.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>