Chapter 4 – What I'm Doing

"And just a little bit more" Ivo'ress said softly to herself, pouring the wildflower essence into the steaming water. The Zabrak resumed her whistling, careful not to let the liquid land on her bare red thighs as it sunk beneath the fine layer of bubbles covering the crystal waters, instead letting the scent hit the bottom of the tub and water without meeting flesh. The feeling of the water pushing against her palm and between her open fingers as she stirred the water around her barely registered in the Zabrak's mind as she lifted her hand up to her chest. She kept her eyes closed, letting her hand and the crystal droplets of water run down the valley of her breasts once again, washing away the sins of her failures the previous day as well as coating her soft skin in the sweet, tempting scent.

She didn't register the water growing colder as she sat there, deep within the overgrown paths of her own naive mind. After what seemed like a few moments she sighed and reached for the cloth hanging over the edge of the tub, along with the scented soap. This would have been the third time she had scrubbed herself clean, trying to make herself as presentable as possible before she met her new tutor. Her chocolate hair was tied up elegantly on top of her head, avoiding becoming wet again after she had washed it. Again, she had gone out of her way to ensure her hair was at its finest, shining with health yet keeping true to its natural dark shade.

The Zabrak sighed softly as she lifted the cloth to her neck, stopping her whistling as she let her head fall backwards. The warm water was relaxing as the shining droplets ran down her red skin, sliding down her throat to the dip in her collarbone. She followed with the cloth slowly, running her hand lightly down her throat until she hit her collarbone, then across to her shoulder. She had to clean the skin that would be most visible, most tempting. By the force, why was she even thinking about this? Why did she feel the urge to let the cloth slide lower? She didn't register the movement of her hand as she slid back along her collarbone to the other shoulder, cleaning it with a small shudder as the cold air stung her flesh afterwards. Once done she pulled her hand away from her body and let the cloth fall into the water, breaking the fine layer of soap again and floating between her fine, sculptured knees.

"What is happening to me?" She pleaded silently with herself, as if some outside force would explain everything so she could understand. She couldn't comprehend the heat in her body, the nervous fluttering that raged in her heart and the pits of her stomach, lower than any anxiety or nervousness had ever struck her before. It had to be her tiredness, or perhaps her nervousness was more extreme today. What else could it be?

She knew the answer.

"I've heard she likes women" The Zabrak thought to herself as she gripped the edge of the tub, lifting herself out of the water carefully. She shivered, although it was unclear whether it was the thoughts of a certain being or the cold air hitting her flesh that caused it. She paused to grab a towel, wrapping the soft material around her body before she walked towards her locker and opened it. Inside were two outfits, her only two outfits. One was a white robe, one which had several similarities to the attire she had seen the Darth wearing the day before. It could potentially please the Darth, yet it could just as easily offend her. What if Envy took the simular wardrobe as a sign that Ivo'ress considered herself Envy's equal?

"She isn't interested in aliens though" Ivo'ress continued thinking to herself as she approached her full body mirror. She gazed into it for a few moments, staring into the hopeful eyes of her reflection. The towel around her body hid her curves, hid her form, made it harder for her to truly evaluate how she appeared to the outside galaxy. She felt her cheeks heat up as she moved her trembling hands to the towel, slowly pulling the edges apart before she let it fall to the ground around her ankles, revealing her naked body to the mirror.

"Am I attractive enough? Should I wear the black underwear? Oh gods, what if she DOES invite me back to her ship? What do I do? I don't know what I'm doing!" The Zabrak's thoughts raged as she inspected herself, trying to keep her gaze as innocent as possible. She did not want to be inspecting her nether regions nor the shape of her breasts. She didn't particularly want to see herself naked at all, yet she knew she had to be perfect before she made any attempt on Darth Envy. If she DID manage to seduce the woman she didn't know she could endure the sting of rejection if she was flawed in appearance. Be that her natural curves, her underwear, her actual clothing and the makeup she wore.

"I hope I know what I'm doing" She sighed as she walked away from the mirror, reaching into her locker to pull out the clothing she would wear for the day.

"Gods. I really hope I know what I'm doing"

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AN: So, we're about to get into some action and undertones of the story, not just this fluffy somewhat romantical shit.

If you haven't, it'd be absolutely amazing if you could check out The Darkside Chronicles, which shows Ebony's origins as well as the stories of other sith that weave throughout her life up to this point.

It would also be wonderful if you could toss me a review or rating, let me know whats going on in your heads about this story. Am I on point or lacking? I admit it is a huge fear of mine considering this is my first set of stories ever where I do not include characters that I myself haven't made up. I'm only borrowing the world, lore and so forwards. Nothing more.

Stay tuned for the politics, shadiness and combat prowess of the Sith.