Looking down at her fishnet hose and stilleto boots, the skin-tight and way too short leather dress, Dormé checked her reflection in the mirror one last time and almost laughed at the fact that she had borrowed the entire outfit from her mother. With the knowledge of the danger of where she was going, she would have concealed a blaster, but quickly noted that the outfit was so revealing, there was nowhere to hide one!

Steadying her nerves with a deep breath, she grabbed a long cloak and exited the Senator's apartment, heading for the slum neighborhoods in East Coruscant.

She knew she would find him here. Her sources informed her that he often frequented the dilapidated whorehouse, its location far from the Jedi Temple, his privacy secure. After checking with her informant at the door to the building, she proceeded inside, took another deep breath and removed her cloak.

She was immediately accosted by an obese, red-skinned alien, whose tentacles were reaching out and probing her barely-covered bosom.

Dormé slapped them away before shoving the thing up against a nearby wall. "Listen, you big red glob! You don't want none of this. I've got a rash so bad that it would turn you…well…a darker shade of red. Trust me. You don't want it." Her squinted eyes glared into the being's huge black orbs.

The slightly drunk and now wary customer began to stumble away from her. Dormé turned from him triumphantly, scratching her crotch through the dress as she walked to emphasize her point.

Upon reaching the fifth floor of the building, she glanced down at the holovid imager she held in her hand and for a minute had second thoughts. If Padmé's initial feelings about this particular Jedi had been right, she had to be very careful. She was just about to burst into the room when the sound of voices from inside reached her ears.

"Say it."

It was a male voice she heard first.

"You are the most powerful Jedi!"

"Say it like I want to hear it!"

"You are the most powerful Jedi in the Universe!"

"More powerful than who!"

The voice was much more stern than before. "The pig!" Dormé murmured behind the closed door.

"More powerful than Yoda himself!"

Dormé's eyes rolled to the ceiling, every bit of doubt washed away. This wasn't going to be hard at all. The pig deserved it.

As she burst into the room, she had wished she had turned on the holo imager just to capture the look on his face. She strolled up to the dirty and broken down bed and told the young woman beneath him to get lost.

"Anakin Skywalker." She coolly purred as she crouched to her knees and smirked at the young Jedi staring in disbelief at her.

"Who are you?"

"Dormé. Senator Amidala's handmaiden? Surely you remember."

Just for a flash, she saw horror behind those dark blue eyes. Gotcha! She assured herself.

"What do you want?"

"Just a favor." Dormé said nonchalantly, still grasping onto the holo imager.

Anakin looked at her questioningly.

As short as she could make the story, she proceeded to inform him of the relationship between Obi-Wan and Padmé and her desire to see them married. She saw a smoldering fury burning in his dark blue eyes, but not as much as she would in a moment. She was prepared for it.

"I need your help."

"What makes you think I'd help a scrawny little bit…."

"Ut….ut..ut.." Dormé stopped him with a click of her tongue before she held up the holovid imager and proceeded to display Anakin in various sexual positions with a number of different employees in the building. "I would hate to think of a certain Jedi Council getting ahold of these images, wouldn't you? And before you even think about snatching this from my hand….trust me. I have copies."

"What do you want me to do?" His voice sneered at her and she grinned widely in response.

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Author's Note: For anyone reading this who actually likes Anakin Skywalker…Sorry, but I obviously don't. You'll just have to forgive me and keep reading. : )