Hi! Because of the length of the last chapter, I had to cut out this scene but I'm leaving it here as an Extra scene.

Warning: This chapter contains violence and mild torture.


The sweet smell of roses and lavender filled the air of the ruby red walls of the brothel. A choir of lustful moans echoed through the long corridors of closed doors. These sounds comforted Bazine, allowing the warmth of the room engulf her as one of her girls clicked the outside door shut. Shielding them from the bitter winter's night.

Her plum lips peeled back into a playful smirk when her eyes caught the sight of beautiful azure skin. The elven beauty blushed making her cheeks a darker shade of blue. Bazine gently gripped her lover's chin, her thumb feeling her satin soft skin.

"Tivva, darling." Bazine's whispered huskily. "How are things?"

"Business has been steady, as usual. But your guest is still in the lower quarters." Tivva stated dutifully, her icy blue eyes gazing lovingly at Bazine. "One of the girls has a message for you."

Bazine kissed her, yearning for her lover's touch once more. It was not an innocent kiss but one of passion, hot and fiery. One of hungry desire.

No. The spymaster had a job to do, she could make up for lost time later. She pulled away, fearing of losing herself.

"Bazine..." Tivva whispers, the sweetest voice to say her name.

"We shall make up for lost time later my darling," Bazine muttered earnestly and added with an affectionate wink. "Tonight."

Tivva flashed a small smile at her while she walked away. They had not been together for very long, but Bazine felt that she had been with the elven beauty for years not months.

Bazine briskly moved towards the lower quarters but stopped in one of the long corridors. A sound reached her ears, the sound of a loud smack followed by a whimpered woman's shriek. She recognised that voice.

It was not one of her more adventurous clients, it sounded like one of her newer girls.

Frowning, Bazine stormed over to the door where the sound came from and listened closely.

"Stupid bitch! I'm not paying for this, you're not worth the price!" a nasty despicable voice hissed.

Bazine swung the door open. She saw the sight of a beefy looking man towering over one of her girls who was half naked. A bright red mark over her tear stained cheek, the man's hand raised as if to hit her again.

"Is there a problem here?" she asked, her voice icy and bitter.

The man swivelled around to face the spy master, his voice blustered. "Thirty gold for this slut?! I'm not paying!"

"Oh forgive me," Bazine stated calmly. "You're under the impression that pay is optional. It is not."

His face turned from red to purple. Stepping closer to her with his finger raised. "This bitch wasn't even that good! Now I demand-"

"Luna, darling." Bazine's cold voice cut off the vile man's bluster. "Did he hit you for pleasure? Did you sign up for that dear?"

The newer girl raised the blue satin sheet to cover her breasts and whimpered in a small voice. "No. No he didn't, I didn't want-"

"She's a whore!" the man blustered again. "Who cares what she wants!"

The one rule of her brothel, none of her girls or men did anything that they weren't comfortable with.

"If you wanted that sort of thing sir," Bazine's glared at the man. "My girls would have happily set you up with a woman of submissive delights but you still have to pay."

The man towered over Bazine, his finger close to her face. He reminded her of her late husband.

"Do you know who I am? I'm Amal Tian. My reputation will destroy-"

Bazine whipped out the pistol from her belt and shot him in the shoulder replacing his spiel with a groan of agony. Luna shrieked in horror. He haunched over clutching the wound, blood spilling over his hand.

"Your first mistake Amal was harming one of my girls." Bazine growled out in fury.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak again but fell to his knees when she shot him in the leg. Bazine looked at the frightened girl cowering in the corner, finger still on the trigger.

"Darling, I'm sorry you had to see that." she said quietly. "Please wait outside."

The poor girl didn't need be asked again as she rushed out, satin sheets still covering her naked chest.

Bazine swung her leg back and kicked the man in the face. Forcing to fall flat on his back, blood oozing out of each of his wound. The spy master straddled him and put the barrel of her pistol against his sweating forehead.

"Your second mistake..." she spoke more casually now. "Is thinking that I give a shit about who you are. I know who you are, you're the son of a second rate noble in Tatooine. Well-known womaniser, an embarrassment to your elderly uncle."

Fast as lightening she whipped out her knife from her belt with her free hand. The candle made the blade glint sinisterly, his eyes wide as dinner plates. A sadistic grin graced her lips as the tip of the blade teased the wound around his leg. He hissed in pain.

"Messing with me. Will be you last mistake."

He attempted to hold up his hands. Wincing slightly. "...I don't have-"

Bazine dug the knife in the wound making him moan in pain. After a moment of silence she twisted the knife, making him shriek.

"Wrong answer." she stated quietly.

"Okay! Okay! I'll—I'll give you thirty gold!" his lip wobbled pathetically.

"It's now sixty, for compensation."

He looked unhappy with that but eyed up her knife, he nodded frantically. She flicked the knife out of his wound making him whimper. He scrambled to place a leather pouch on the marble floor, far more than she asked for.

The man limped to the door, Bazine lazily watched him go. But he just had to give a last word.

"Suppose that's what whores are for." he hissed.

A loud bang echoed in the room, the splattered remains of his head decorated the ruby walls. His corpse flopped to the floor like a dead fish. Bazine stepped over his body and wiped the blood off her knife onto his pristine shirt. She put away her pistol and knife, then gather the gold.

"Asshole." she muttered disdainfully.

Poor Luna was pale with fear but dutifully awaited her out in the corridor.

"My dear, thank you for waiting." Bazine stated, she placed thirty gold pieces in Luna's shaking hand. "Take a few days off and get a cleaner to deal with him. I'll talk with security later."

Luna nodded, still looking quite shaken. The spymaster had trust that her cleaners would cut up his pieces so small no one would be able to find them. One of them was the widow of a butcher and excellently performed this job well.

Bazine marched over the lower quarters, the candles from the swinging chandelier was the only source of light. It created an ominous feeling. One of her girls approached her with candle in hand.

"Lady Bazine," the girl's soft voice graced her ears. "We have the information."

"Excellent." Bazine praised. "How did you do it?"

The girl grinned sharply. "The man's sister told me an interesting story, on how he became afraid of fire because of an accident. So I burned him. Several times."

"What was the name?" she asked her informant.

"Turns out it was Armitage Hux spreading the nasty little rumour."

Hux. That nasty little fox.

Her informant indicated to the man held up in chains up against the wall. "What should we do with him?"

"Let him run back tail between his legs to his master." Bazine said with a smirk. "Let him know, I know."

After all Hux is going to be a guest at the noble gathering, it'll make things most...interesting.


A/N: Originally Bazine was going to be the one torturing the man at the end but I think it shows her nature a bit more when she deals with random conflict. She's true to her own morals, yet get on her bad side and you might decorate the walls.