A/N: The fanon interpretation of clones I find the most backward is a notion that all clones are either clueless about anatomy and sex or are goody-two-shoes when it comes to courting and won't even breath wrong when in vicinity of a person they want to bump uglies with. I'm sure even Rex, who many fans consider a paragon of virtue, most likely made one move too bold on a drunk 79s' patron at least once in his life.
SEX-ED 101
The courtesan knew clones were clones. She saw the waves of the same faces during her shifts, they differentiated in haircuts, tattoes, wrinkles on their young faces, characters – after a while she'd learn to recognize them, tell them apart. Yet only the sight before here, finally opened her eyes, that yes – clones were... well, clones. The auditorium was full of men... exact same men. They had the same height, perfect posture, face... the same haircut even. They wore the same pristine white armour. They were all sitting on folded up chairs in neat perfect rows... even their helmets were placed between their legs on the floor exact same way.
Fa glanced to her right - at the clone medic standing next to her - Coric was wearing his medical uniform. She rarely saw him in that set of clothes as it was his highest showcase of authority - It was his flex. The medical uniform meant business.
He nodded.
The woman unclasped the golden broche from her shoulder. Silky red fabric slowly slid off of her, leaving her naked. Auditorium immediately filled with murmurs and gasps of men who had never seen a naked woman in their lives – at least not in person.
She didn't mind the attention and curious looks. What? Even prostitutes had their preferences. That's why she agreed. For Fa, however, this task, which she got paid up front and asked at least three times for consent, wasn't even as half as wild as what she would normally preform at 69s - All in all the gig was to get naked in front of the bunch of shinies, the term meant greenhorn in clone lingo, spin around few times as a clone medic recited some dreary, clinically sterile facts about female anatomy and reproduction, let him draw few shapes, lines and arrows on her body with makeup pencils and maybe answer few questions from the crowd.
The 69's staff was more than surprised when that request was made by not only Kix but also Rex who came on behalf of 501st commander. As it turned out - Z'Asa-Ada checked it trice that day - a "sex-ed lecture" was an internal training. Mandatory for each legion, the catch was that the execution fell on the commanding officers – the commander to be exact. Which showed how little Kaminioan's actually knew about military as they penciled-in that paragraph.
Another thing that 69's learn that night was that 501st commander was a young adult, female Togruta named Ahsoka. A revelation which made Shoka giggle for almost three days every time she was assigned to anyone from 501st. The padawan, as a jedi, could make such a lecture no problem – just copy and paste several medical books excerpts, add few graphs here and there to read it out loud and call it a day. But as a still developing adult Ahsoka turned red... or rather her montrals turned navy blue, as Togrutas didn't blush the same way humans do, at the sheer mention of anatomy differences between genders.
Of course Kix and Coric came up with a solution so technically sound that, according to Z'Asa-Ada, Ahsoka should buy their medic staff a gift basket full of hard liquor, caf and confectionery. The clone referred to a rule which stated that the medics outranked everyone in terms of well-fare, and STDs were somethings that technically fell under that umbrella definition.
Long necks, as it was their idea to appoint the commanders as the sex educators, granted medics of 501st the permission to substitute for their commander, thus creating a precedence.
The precedence that, as the brothel staff assumed, made most padawans serving in GAR sigh with relief.