Chapter 1: The Night of the Shadow
The cabin door hissed open, and the pale glow of bioluminescent fungi bled in from the forest beyond, curling around the silhouette that filled the frame. Ahsoka's eyes snapped open in the same instant her instincts screamed, her hand already twitching toward the training saber she kept within arm's reach of the bunk. But the hand never made it. A crushing weight slammed into her body, not physical, not kinetic, but something far deeper. The Force. It pressed her flat against the mattress, pinning her arms and legs, compressing her chest until every breath came short and sharp and ragged.
She choked out a sound, something between a growl and a gasp, and her brilliant blue eyes locked onto the figure stepping into the cabin. The door sealed shut behind her with a soft hiss, and the dim emergency lighting brightened just enough to reveal the intruder's face. Pale skin, sharp features, cold predatory eyes. Platinum blonde hair cut in a messy, practical style that framed a face carved with amusement. Shin Hati.
"Hello, little Togruta," Shin said, her voice low and silky, dripping with the kind of confidence that comes from total control. She took a slow step forward, boots clicking against the durasteel floor. "You sleep like a dead one. I practically had to knock."
Ahsoka snarled, baring her teeth. "Get the fuck off me. I'll tear your throat out with my teeth, you pale bitch."
Shin laughed, a soft, delighted sound. "Oh, I love the fire. Baylan said you'd be trouble. He didn't say you'd be this pretty." She let the Force pin tighten for a moment, pressing Ahsoka deeper into the thin mattress, watching the way her lithe body strained against the invisible pressure. "But pretty things break so beautifully."
"Fuck you." Ahsoka spat the words, her muscles straining uselessly against the grip. She was a trained warrior, a survivor of galactic conflicts that would have shattered most soldiers, and here she was, helpless as a hatchling under the weight of this apprentice's will. The humiliation burned hotter than her rage.
Shin stalked to the foot of the bed, slow and deliberate, her eyes roaming down Ahsoka's body with an appetite that was unmistakable. The Togruta was wearing nothing but a thin white nightcloth, a garment meant for sleeping, not fighting. It barely reached mid-thigh, and beneath it, Shin could discern the shape of a simple bra and a thong. The nightcloth was so sheer that the darker lines of her nipples pressed faintly against the fabric, and every contour of her lean, athletic frame was visible in the cabin's dim light.
"My, my," Shin murmured, tracing a finger through the air, and Ahsoka felt an invisible touch slide down her flank, from her ribs to her hip. It was like a ghost's caress, gentle but invasive, and it made her skin crawl. "What do we have here? All alone in the dark forest, no backup, no support, just a pretty little Togruta in her underthings."
"Anakin will come," Ahsoka bit out. "He'll find you. He'll break you in half."
"Will he?" Shin tilted her head, feigning concern. "I don't think so. I heard he's tied up somewhere else. Very far away. You're all mine tonight, Ahsoka."
She said the name like she was tasting it, letting it roll off her tongue with a lazy sort of pleasure. Then she flicked her wrist, and the Force rolled Ahsoka over onto her stomach. The movement was sudden and violent, wrenching her face into the pillow before she could brace herself. She gasped, the air driven out of her lungs, and then she felt that invisible hand again, tracing the curve of her ass, dipping into the dip of her lower back.
Shin stepped closer still, now standing at the side of the bed, looking down at the Togruta's exposed form. The nightcloth had ridden up, baring the pale orange skin of her thighs, the swell of her ass barely contained by the thin elastic band of her white thong. Ahsoka's montrals and lekku were pressed against the mattress, her striped head-tails splayed out beneath her, trembling with barely contained fury.
"Such a cute little ass," Shin said, and she let her amusement bleed into her voice. "I wonder what it feels like." She reached out, actual physical touch this time, and her pale fingers traced along the edge of the thong, sliding over the taut fabric that clung to the cleft between Ahsoka's cheeks. Ahsoka jerked, a full-body shudder of revulsion and fury, but the Force held her fast.
"Get your hands off me, you sick fuck," she snarled into the pillow.
Shin didn't stop. She dragged her fingertips down the length of the thong's fabric, letting them brush against the sensitive skin of Ahsoka's perineum, before pulling away with a taunting laugh. Then she flicked her wrist again, and Ahsoka was flipped back over, the motion wrenching her breath from her lungs as she slammed onto her back.
Now Shin could see her properly. The thin white nightcloth had shifted in the struggle, clinging to the curve of her breasts, exposing the dark outline of her nipples through the translucent fabric. Her lekku were splayed over the pillow, her white facial markings vivid against her orange skin, her lips parted, her breath coming in furious, ragged pants.
Shin reached down and grabbed the hem of the nightcloth, not pulling it off, but gathering it in her fist and lifting it, exposing Ahsoka's stomach, the taut panel of muscle over her abs, the dip of her navel. Then she reached for the clasp of her bra, and with a deft pinch, the front clasp popped open.
Ahsoka's breath hitched. "Don't you fucking dare."
Shin ignored her. She grasped the cups of the bra and pulled them aside, freeing Ahsoka's breasts. They were good-sized, firm and full, with dusky brown nipples that tightened in the cool cabin air. Shin's eyes widened, a predatory gleam flickering through them, and she licked her lips.
"Oh, very nice," she breathed, and her hand came down, cupping one breast with a possessive, exploring squeeze. "Very nice indeed. Baylan said the Togruta were a beautiful species. He didn't mention the tits."
Ahsoka gasped, a sharp intake of air, as Shin's thumb brushed across the nipple, a slow, deliberate caress. Her body betrayed her, the nipple hardening further beneath that touch, and she hated herself for it. She twisted and writhed, but the Force held her, and Shin's fingers only tightened, kneading the flesh, rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
"Look at that," Shin said, her voice lower now, thicker with lust. "So sensitive. Does your master know what a little slut you are?"
"Fuck you," Ahsoka hissed, her voice trembling.
Shin's other hand came up, and she slapped the breast lightly, a playful, almost teasing smack that made Ahsoka's whole body jolt. She did it again, harder, and the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the small cabin. Ahsoka bit her lip, forcing back the whimper that wanted to escape.
"You like that, don't you?" Shin asked, a cruel smile curling her lips. "Deep down, in that tight little cunt, you're getting wet, aren't you? Admit it, Togruta. Tell me how much your pussy is dripping for me right now."
"Go to hell," Ahsoka spat.
Shin laughed and let her hand slide lower, trailing down Ahsoka's stomach, over her hip, and then undoing the clasp of her thong. She tugged it down, slow and teasing, sliding the fabric over Ahsoka's hips, exposing the shaven mound beneath. The nightcloth had ridden up, too short to hide anything now, and Shin could see the smooth, bare skin of her pussy, the delicate lips glistening with the first sheen of moisture.
"Look at that," Shin murmured, genuine delight in her voice. "Already wet. You really are a little slut, aren't you?"
Ahsoka's eyes blazed with fury, but she couldn't deny the dampness between her thighs. Her body was betraying her, reacting to the touch, the humiliation, the sheer force of Shin's presence. She wanted to close her legs, but the Force had her spread eagle, and all she could do was lie there and take it.
Shin reached down and unclipped her own utility belt, letting it fall to the floor with a heavy clatter. Then she reached into a pouch at her waist and pulled out a small vial of clear oil. She uncorked it, and the scent of some exotic, fragrant oil filled the cabin, floral and musky all at once.
"What are you doing?" Ahsoka asked, her voice edged with fear now.
Shin didn't answer. She poured the oil directly onto Ahsoka's chest, a slow stream of golden liquid that pooled in the hollow of her collarbone before dripping down over her breasts. It was warm, almost warm enough to be uncomfortable, and it coated her skin with a slick, glistening sheen. Then she poured more, over her stomach, her hips, her thighs, until the thin white nightcloth was drenched, clinging to every curve and hollow of her body like a second skin.
"There," Shin said, her voice a husky purr. "That's better. Now I can see every inch of you." She set the vial aside and pressed her palms flat against Ahsoka's chest, sliding them over the oil-slick fabric, over the shape of her breasts, feeling every ridge of her nipples through the translucent cloth. She massaged in slow, firm circles, working the oil into the fabric, into the flesh.
Ahsoka's head fell back, her eyes squeezed shut, and a low, involuntary moan escaped her lips. She could feel every touch, amplified by the slick fabric, the heat of Shin's hands, the weight of her own arousal pressing against the confines of her will. She was furious, humiliated, and yet her body was betraying her utterly.
"Don't. Stop. Please," she said, the words tumbling out before she could catch them.
Shin's hands stilled for a moment, and she looked down at her with a smile that was all sharp teeth and dark delight. "Please? Oh, I love hearing you beg. Say it again."
"I didn't mean--"
"Say it again," Shin repeated, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Say 'please' again, Togruta. Tell me you want my hands on you. Tell me you want me to touch your cunt." She dragged a single finger down the center of Ahsoka's chest, over her sternum, down her belly, until it hovered just above the soaked hem of the nightcloth, at the very edge of her shaven mound. "Say it, and I might just give you what you want."
Shin's finger hovered there, a ghost of pressure just above the soaked white fabric, and Ahsoka could feel the heat of it through the oil-slick cloth. Her breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, her chest heaving, her nipples straining against the translucent nightcloth that clung to her like wet paper. Every muscle in her body was wound tight, fighting the Force-hold, fighting her own treacherous cunt that was slick and wet between her thighs.
"I said say it," Shin repeated, her voice a silken blade. She dragged that single finger down, just barely brushing the fabric where it plastered against Ahsoka's mound. The touch was nothing, a whisper, but Ahsoka's whole body jerked as if electrocuted.
"Please," Ahsoka bit out, the word tasting like ash and poison in her mouth. "Please touch me."
Shin's smile widened, sharp and hungry. "Was that so hard? Good little slut." And then her fingers finally slipped past the nightcloth.
The fabric was so soaked through that it parted like wet membrane, sliding aside with almost no resistance. Shin's fingers found bare skin immediately, the shaven mound of Ahsoka's pussy warm and slick, coated in a mix of oil and her own arousal. Ahsoka's breath caught, a sharp hiss through gritted teeth, and her hips bucked involuntarily against the touch.
"Fuck," Ahsoka gasped, the word torn from her throat.
Shin's fingers explored slowly, deliberately, tracing the seam of her labia before spreading them apart. Two fingers dragged up through her wetness, gathering moisture, circling her clit with a pressure that made Ahsoka's vision swim. The Togruta's lekku twitched and curled against the pillow, her montrals pressing hard into the mattress as her body arched against the invisible chains of the Force.
"Look at this cunt," Shin murmured, her voice thick with filthy appreciation. She pulled her fingers back for a moment, bringing them to her own mouth, and sucked them clean, tasting Ahsoka on her tongue. "Sweet and fucking soaked. You're dripping like a bitch in heat, Togruta. You really are a natural little cocksleeve, aren't you?"
"Shut the fuck up," Ahsoka managed, but her voice cracked on the words.
Shin laughed and plunged her hand back beneath the nightcloth, this time pressing two fingers against Ahsoka's entrance. She didn't push in, just held them there, applying a teasing pressure that made Ahsoka's hips grind down against her hand in desperation.
"You want me inside you, don't you?" Shin asked, her voice a low, sultry growl. "You want my fingers buried in your tight little cunt, fucking you open until you scream my name. Admit it."
Ahsoka's throat worked. She wanted to spit curses, to claw Shin's pale face off, to summon every ounce of her training and tear this bitch apart. But her body was on fire, and her cunt was throbbing, clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled. Her hips moved on their own, grinding against Shin's fingers, and she hated herself for it.
"Yes," she breathed, the word barely audible. "Yes, I want you inside me."
Shin didn't waste another second. She drove her fingers into Ahsoka's cunt in one brutal, slick stroke, two fingers buried to the knuckle inside her tight, hot channel. Ahsoka cried out, a raw, guttural sound that was equal parts pain and pleasure, her back arching so hard that her head threatens to lift off the pillow.
"There you go," Shin purred, curling her fingers, stroking the ridged walls of her pussy. "So tight. So fucking tight. You've never had anything in here, have you? Not even your own fingers?"
"Nnngh, fuck," Ahsoka moaned, unable to form coherent words. Her hips were rocking against Shin's hand, matching the rhythm the dark apprentice set, and the Force-hold shifted so that her arms were free, though her legs remained pinned spread-eagle. She didn't even think to use her hands to attack; her fists just clenched in the sheets, knuckles white, as Shin began to fuck her in earnest.
Shin added a third finger, stretching her, and Ahsoka's mouth fell open in a silent scream. The stretch burned and ached, but the pleasure already coiled in her belly was overwhelming, drowning out every protest her pride could offer. Shin's other hand came up and grabbed her breast through the wet nightcloth, squeezing and kneading, rolling her nipple between oil-slick fingers.
"You're so fucking wet for me," Shin said, her voice ragged with her own arousal. She was grinding her hips against the edge of the bed, desperate for friction against her own clothed cunt, but she didn't stop the relentless rhythm of her fingers inside Ahsoka. "I can feel your cunt clenching around my fingers. You're going to fucking come for me, aren't you? Going to come so hard you forget your own fucking name."
"No," Ahsoka gasped, shaking her head. "No, I'm not I won't—" But the lie died in her throat as Shin curled her fingers forward, rubbing against a spot deep inside her that sent white-hot lightning through her veins. Her whole body convulsed, her vision going blurry at the edges.
"That's the spot, isn't it?" Shin's voice was full of cruel delight. She rubbed against that same spot again and again, a rapid, punishing rhythm, while her thumb circled Ahsoka's clit. "You're going to come. You're going to scream my name when you come, and you're going to mean it."
Ahsoka's body was beyond her control now. Her hips bucked wildly, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her lekku thrashing across the pillow. The pleasure was a tidal wave, building and building in her gut, threatening to swallow her whole. Her mouth opened, and what came out was a shattered cry, half curse, half desperate plea.
"Shin, Shin, please, please, I'm going to—"
"Come," Shin commanded, her voice a whip crack. "Come for me, Togruta."
And Ahsoka did. Her whole body locked up, and then shattered, waves of pleasure crashing through her like a supernova. She screamed, a raw, animal sound, her cunt clenching convulsively around Shin's fingers as she gushed fluid down the pale skin of Shin's hand, soaking the nightcloth, the sheets, everything. She couldn't breathe; she could only ride the wave, her vision white, her body twitching and trembling.
Shin held her through it, fingers buried deep inside her, rubbing her swollen clit until the last convulsions faded. Then she slowly, torturously, pulled her fingers out, slick and dripping, and brought them to her mouth, licking them clean with a look of pure, predatory satisfaction.
"Delicious," she said. "You taste fucking incredible, Togruta. I'm going to enjoy you."
Ahsoka lay there, panting, her body limp and trembling, her mind reeling. She could feel the aftershocks still rippling through her, her cunt throbbing, her nipples hard as stones beneath the soaked nightcloth. And above her, Shin Hati looked down at her like a conqueror looking at a claimed prize, her pale eyes burning with a hunger that was nowhere near satisfied.
Shin reached down and grabbed the hem of Ahsoka's soaked nightcloth, and this time, she pulled it up, over her hips, up her body, and over her head, leaving Ahsoka completely naked on the bed, save for the thin bra that had long since been pushed aside, hanging uselessly off one shoulder. The nightcloth was discarded on the floor, a crumpled, oil-stained pile of fabric.
Shin stepped back and began to undress herself, slowly, deliberately, her eyes never leaving Ahsoka's body. She unclasped her tactical tunic and let it fall, revealing pale, freckled shoulders, sharp collarbones, and a slim, athletic torso covered by a simple black sports bra. She peeled that off, too, revealing relatively big, pale breasts with light pink nipples as hard and tight as Ahsoka's.
"Now," Shin said, her voice dropping to a husky, intimate growl. "I'm going to show you what a real master feels like inside you. Kneel up and take me, or I'll leave you here with your cunt aching and empty. Your choice, little Togruta."
Ahsoka's eyes blazed with hatred and hunger, her body torn between pride and desperate need. But even as she hesitated, her legs began to unbend, her body rising from the mattress, drawn toward Shin Hati like a moth toward a flame, her obedience a surrender to the darkness.
Ahsoka's legs bent, her body rising from the mattress, drawn toward Shin Hati with the pull of an entire galaxy collapsing into one point of space. Her hands pushed against the sheets, lifting the slick weight of her own torso, when she saw the flash of movement in the pale woman's eyes. A flick of the wrist, contemptuous and casual, and the Force slammed into her like a freight train.
Ahsoka's world spun. The air drove out of her lungs in a grunt as her chest smacked into the mattress, her face grinding into the pillow, her arms pinned awkwardly beneath her body. The weight of the Force pressed down on her shoulders and the backs of her knees, not crushing, but insistent enough that she couldn't rise, couldn't roll, couldn't do anything but lie there with her ass up in the air, still glistening with oil and her own released fluids.
"Not so fast, little Togruta," Shin said, her voice a slow, savoring breath. "I said kneel up. I didn't say you could face me. I want to look at that pretty ass while I wreck you."
Ahsoka's fingers clawed at the sheet, her nails digging into the fabric. "Let me go, you fucking—"
Shin's hand came down on her ass with a sharp, ringing slap that cut the curse off mid-word. The sound cracked through the cabin like a blaster shot, and radiant heat bloomed across the orange skin where Shin's palm had landed, followed immediately by a second slap on the other cheek, harder. Ahsoka gasped, her body jerking forward against the mattress, and a stinging heat flooded through her that somehow tangled with the residual pleasure still thrumming in her cunt.
"Yeah, that's it," Shin breathed, dragging the flats of her palms across the reddened skin of Ahsoka's ass, feeling the warmth she'd left behind. "Look at you. All that fire and fight, and you can't do a goddamn thing about it. Know why, Togruta? Because you're nothing but a collection of nice holes and a pretty face, and I'm the only thing that's going to fill them tonight."
Ahsoka spat into the pillow, a string of curses in a tongue older than the Republic, but Shin only laughed. The weight of the Force shifted, and Ahsoka felt her wrists yanked behind her back, held fast by an invisible grip. Then, a hand grabbed a fistful of the soaked nightcloth that had been discarded on the floor, and Shin wadded it up, pressing it against the base of Ahsoka's skull like a gag under her cheekbone.
"Shh," Shin murmured. "You'll want to bite down on that, because of what I'm about to do to you."
Ahsoka's chest heaved. She could hear the click of a buckle being undone. The rustle of fabric and leather. Her mind raced, picturing what Shin was doing, and some dark, treacherous part of her made her hips shift, tilting her ass higher, exposing the slick seam of her cunt to the cold cabin air.
Shin crawled onto the bunk behind her, her weight settling over the backs of Ahsoka's thighs, knees spreading them wide. Ahsoka felt the thin, worn leather of a harness buckle against the small of her back, and then the weight of something hard and heavy pressed against the cleft of her ass, riding down through the soaked folds of her pussy, coating itself in the mess Shin had already made of her.
"Now," Shin said, her voice ragged and low, "I'm going to bury this cock in your cunt, and I'm going to fuck you until the only thing you can say is my name. And when I'm done, I'm going to pull out and watch my come drip out of you, so you remember exactly who owns this ass for the rest of the night."
Ahsoka's throat worked. She tasted the rough cotton of the nightcloth, oil-stained, and her jaw trembled around it. A single tear of pure rage and humiliation slid down her cheek, soaking into the pillow. But her hips still pushed back against the weight of that cock pressing against her entrance, and she hated herself for it.
Shin reached down with one hand, sliding two fingers along the length of the strap-on, spreading Ahsoka's wetness down the slick silicone shaft. Then she gripped the base and guided the head to the sodden entrance of Ahsoka's pussy, and she pushed.
The invasion was immediate, brutal, and perfect. Ahsoka's eyes flew wide as the head of the strap-on forced its way past her clenched entrance, the thick, unreal heat of it filling her inch by inch. She had been stretched by Shin's fingers, three of them, but this was something else entirely, a solid, unyielding weight that sank into her with a slow, grinding inevitability that made her vision swim. Her mouth opened full around the cloth and she screamed into it, a muffled, primal sound that was rage and pleasure and surrender all twisted into one.
"Oh, fuck," she whimpered, her body shuddering as Shin sank all the way in, the base of the harness pressing against the soft skin of her ass. "Fuck, fuck, you're so—"
"Deep?" Shin finished, her voice a satisfied purr. She held still inside Ahsoka for a long, torturous moment, letting her feel the full length of it, the weight of it, the way her cunt clenched and fluttered around the intruder. "Yeah. I know. You're so goddamn tight, Togruta. Like a fist. You're going to feel this in your throat tomorrow."
Then she pulled out, slow and slick, until only the head remained, and slammed back in, a hard, punishing stroke that knocked the breath from Ahsoka's chest and drove the words from her throat in a sobbing cry. Shin set a rhythm immediately, relentless from the start, pulling out and ramming back in with a wet, slapping sound that filled the cabin, punctuated by the whine of the frame and Ahsoka's muffled, weeping moans.
"That's it," Shin grunted, her hips slapping against Ahsoka's ass, her oil-slick skin growing slippery with sweat. She reached down and grabbed a fistful of Ahsoka's lekku, yanking the striped head-tails back hard, forcing Ahsoka's spine to arch, her chest lifting off the mattress, the hard points of her nipples scraping against the sheets. "Fuck, that's it. Look at you, bouncing on my cock like a bitch in heat."
Ahsoka's eyes rolled back in her head, white-hot pleasure and red-hot rage blurring into a single overwhelming sensation. She could feel every inch of the strap-on inside her, stroking along the ridged walls of her cunt, nudging that spot deep inside her, the one Shin had found with her fingers, and her body had stopped fighting. Her hips were rocking in rhythm with Shin's, pushing back to meet each thrust, her knees spreading wide on the mattress, her ass raised high and greedy.
"You like my cock inside you?" Shin's voice was thick, almost broken, her own arousal riding the edge of her control. "Tell me you like it, Togruta. Tell me my cock is the best thing that's ever been in your tight, little cunt."
Ahsoka's mouth worked, the cloth falling away. "Fuck you," she managed, the words slurred and weak.
Shin responded by pulling out completely, slapping the heavy length of the strap-on against the soaked, reddened lips of Ahsoka's pussy a few times, before slamming back in with a sound that was almost like a percussive burst. Ahsoka screamed, her body convulsing, her cunt clenching around the shaft in a long, rippling spasm.
"Say it," Shin repeated, her tempo increasing, her fingers digging into Ahsoka's hip hard enough to bruise. "Say my cock feels good. Say I'm fucking you better than anyone else ever has. Because you know it, you fucking slut. You know you're soaked and clenching around me like you've been waiting for this your whole life."
Ahsoka's orgasm was building again, faster and harder than the first one, a wall of pleasure that threatened to drown her. She could feel it surging up from her belly, tightening her thighs, making her toes curl. And despite everything, she wanted it, she wanted to come on this strap-on, to let Shin feel her cunt spasm around the silicone as she lost control completely.
"Please," she gasped, her voice breaking. "Please, I'm so close, Shin, please—"
Shin's free hand snaked around Ahsoka's waist, reaching between her legs, and her fingers found Ahsoka's clit, swollen and throbbing, coated in slick. She rubbed in tight, fast circles, matching the punishing pace of her hips, and the double assault shattered what was left of Ahsoka's composure.
"Come on my cock, you pretty little Togruta," Shin growled, her voice a hot breath against the back of Ahsoka's neck. "Come fucking all over it. Show me how good it makes you feel."
Ahsoka screamed, a raw, loud, animal sound, and her body blew apart. Her back arched, her lekku thrashing, her fingernails tearing holes in the sheet, and her cunt spasmed in violent, urgent waves around the shaft buried inside her, gushing slick fluid down the length of it, soaking Shin's thighs and the mattress beneath them. She couldn't see, couldn't think, nothing but white-hot pleasure that consumed her entire being, and she felt Shin's hips falter, the rhythm breaking, as she too came, grinding against the base of the harness, shuddering with her own release.
Shin held herself inside Ahsoka through the long, shuddering aftershocks, her body trembling, her breath ragged against the Togruta's back. Then, slowly, she withdrew, the strap-on sliding out with a slick, wet sound, and Ahsoka collapsed fully onto the mattress, a boneless, trembling heap of orange skin and racing pulse.
Shin rolled off her, breathing hard, her pale skin flushed and slick with sweat. She reached down between her own legs and unfastened the harness, letting it fall to the floor with a thud, and then she stood, looking down at the ruined, oil-stained state of the bed and the woman lying in it.
Ahsoka lay curled on her side, her chest heaving, her eyes glassy, her cunt still dripping a mix of her own fluids and her slick, glistening between her thighs. Her bra hung off one shoulder, her nightcloth was a crumpled rag on the floor, and the sheets were soaked through.
Shin watched her for a long moment, a lazy, satiated smile curling the corner of her mouth. Then she bent down, picked up her tunic, and threw it over her shoulders. She was calm, her hand already on the cabin door before she turned and spoke.
"Good session, little Togruta. I'll be back in the morning, so don't get too comfortable. We still have a lot to discuss about your master's plans, and what you are to me now."
And then she was gone. The cabin door sealed shut with a soft hiss, the emergency lighting dimmed back to a low, ambient glow, and the distant, bioluminescent light of the mystical forest flickered in through the viewport, casting strange, dancing shadows across the cabin. Alone, shivering, her body devastated and her pride in shreds, Ahsoka lay where Shin had left her, her mind a storm of rage and shame and the sour taste of surrender in her mouth.