Kenobi!

Recognition flashed in Obi-Wan's eyes at the same moment as Ventress.

"Asajj," he said quietly, inclining his head.

"Stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours," Ventress hissed.

"Of course...Ms Freebush," humour was only evident in Obi-Wan's eyes.

With a snarl, Ventress whipped round and stomped away as fast as she could. Unfortunately for her, the heels made that considerably slower than normal.

/I need to report this to the Council/ thought Obi-Wan. But while he was a Jedi first and foremost, he was also a man. So, he couldn't help but spend a couple of minutes first staring at Ventress' retreating butt.

/Mmm, it's a very nice butt.../ Obi-Wan had to admit that this wasn't the first time he had looked at Ventress, not as his enemy, but as a very attractive woman. With a head of hair, she was stunning. After all, Dooku wouldn't have put her undercover as a super model if she wasn't. It's not like Grievous wouldn't do it (in fact Obi-wan was sure he'd enjoy it) but he wouldn't win any prizes.

Following that happy train of thought, he pictured Grievous in a pink dress and chuckled softly to himself. However, when his false name was called to open the men's show, nerves overrode humour and he felt stage fright grip him.

When he had been told what this mission entailed, he had been disbelieving and a little less than polite...

F*L*A*S*H

"You're off your kriffing heads! Especially you, you little troll! Why do I have to do this anyway? Can't you choose a female Jedi?"

"No, we need a male model undercover." Master Windu's decision was absolute.

"So send Anakin! He loves getting attention, and he's much better looking than I am!"

"Not true that is. Chased you for many years women have."

"No need to remind me!"

B*A*C*K

"Ben Jinn. Last call for Ben Jinn."

"Sorry!" Obi-Wan said with a beaming but apologetic smile.

"Um, that's okay," said the female assistant, dazzled.

As she walked off Obi-Wan shook his head. Why he had that effect on people he had no idea. On the other side of the curtain, the band started playing and chatter died down. Obi-Wan swallowed. Facing a battalion of droids-no problem. Prancing around on stage being stared at...err, wrong number thank you very much. It didn't help he wasn't wearing very much. His trousers were made of some thin, billowy khaki fabric and tightened around mid-calf. An ornate belt kept them slung low around his hips and his upper body was bare except from a fitted waistcoat that hung open. He hadn't been this naked, in front of so many people since... well ever!

And then it was time. As he started down the catwalk (or path of humiliation as he liked to think), he could all too well imagine Anakin's expression if he could see him now.

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